My Neighbor, Who Is Nearing the End, Urgently Requested My Presence — When I Arrived, She Asked Me to Open a Wooden Box from Her Drawer
As long as I remembered my neighbor Rebecca was a constant in my life. The second woman who always had fresh cookies for children of the neighborhood, the one who watched us when we played on the street, and the silent protector who seemed to need anything in return. But there was something about Rebection …