She would show there every evening: a young child, maybe five years old, standing motionless at the window and waving at me.
I felt worried about the entire affair. Who might she be? What did she want me to know?
I brought it up again one evening while my wife and I sat in the living room. I said, “That young girl I told you about is at the window.” You mean the one that usually waves at you?” Sandy asked, closing her book and approaching.
With a twinge in my heart, I nodded. Indeed, but something’s in her eyes. as like she needs to chat immediately and is pleading for assistance.
To find out more, I made the decision to knock on the neighbors’ door the following day.
After a moment, an old woman who was obviously tired opened.
“Hello, I’ve seen your small girl and I live directly over. She frequently waves at me from the window. I only wanted to confirm that everything was alright.
She appeared uncertain, almost anxious. Then she answered:
She is my grandchild. She currently lives with me after the death of her parents. She is quite alone and doesn’t yet know anyone here. If that annoys you, I’ll tell her to stop.
“No, absolutely not. I’m not bothered by her. I genuinely apologized for your loss.
I’ve been waving back to her every day since. We now do it as a small ritual. With time, I hope she’ll feel better.
