Eleanor were at a table with what looked like photos of us. Alarmed, I rushed in.Turns out, it was all innocent. Ms. Eleanor lost her grandson years ago and found comfort in Eli’s company. He was secretly making a scrapbook for my birthday with her help. The money? For printing photos and baking supplies.
I’d jumped to the worst conclusion. But thankfully, it led to something beautiful. Ms. Eleanor opened up—watering her plants, chatting with neighbors, even babysitting. Eli gave her a second chance at connection.And I learned not to judge someone just because they live behind closed curtains.