I Bought Medicine and Cooked Meals for My Elderly Neighbor for 9 Years – After His Funeral, I Received a Letter from Him

tucked inside a tin.

One morning, I found him on the porch with two cups of coffee.

“Expecting someone?” I asked.

“No.”

He pushed one cup toward me.

After a while, he said, “It’s Daisy’s birthday.”

I did not tell him I was sorry. People had said that to me after my divorce, and it had never helped.

“What kind of cake did she like?”

“Lemon. From scratch.”

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