I thought I knew my quiet neighbourhood inside and out, but a windy night showed me something that would change everything. The roaring wind and squeaking trees set the mood for a surprise find.
A loud crash from the living room made my heart skip a beat as I sipped tea in the kitchen. The worst things I thought would happen did happen: the front window had broken, letting a lot of broken glass and rain in.
I quickly called Carl, a neighbour I trust who is a handyman, to fix the window. He showed up on time and wasn’t as talkative as normal. Something wasn’t quite right, but I could tell it was wrong as he worked.
When Carl left, I went to take care of my yard and noticed something strange: a patch of disturbed dirt next to the fence. I dug around and found an old metal box hidden below because I was interested. With my heart racing, I opened it and found a treasure trove of jewellery inside.
I called the cops because I was confused and scared and thought Carl might have something to do with it. But as the probe went on, a shocking truth came to light. Carl hid the jewellery from his late mother so that his wife wouldn’t steal it because she was addicted to drugs.
It made me both happy and sad when I found out the truth about Carl. We talked about how we feel, and I learnt that people will do terrible things to protect what’s most important to them.
In the end, the storm that broke my window taught me something I didn’t expect and helped me understand my neighbor’s problems better.
The place where the box was buried is now a flower garden as a lesson that good things can happen even when things don’t look like they will.
