My flag wasn’t expensive, but it meant something to me. So when it disappeared, it hurt.
The next morning, I found a $20 bill and a note: “Kids took it. Not everyone here is like that.”
But then, another note: “Don’t trust too easily.”
Confused, I kept to myself—until Walter, a neighbor, knocked. Friendly, but he hinted at trouble.
Later, a kid named Darius told me who stole the flag. I wrote them a note, giving them a chance to make it right.
They did.
Walter knew before I told him. “Forgiveness is powerful,” he said.
Now, the neighborhood feels like home. The kids wave. The mystery notes? Maybe they were Walter’s way of guiding me.
People can surprise you—if you let them.
