I Thought My Son Was Just Being Kind… Until Our Neighbor Showed Me a Photo I’ll Never Forget

He gave me a look that said I was insulting his intelligence.

Then one evening, while I was making pasta, I said, “Sweetheart, Mr. Larkin might not want us bothering him.”

Eli was drawing at the table. He didn’t look up.

He just said, “Mom, I think he’s sad in his bones.”

That took me a second.

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I stopped stirring.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Because he always says thank you before he opens the door.”

That took me a second.

“What do you mean before he opens the door?”

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