I was tidying up around the house when I glanced out the window and spotted my 67-year-old neighbor, a kind woman despite her health issues, digging away in her yard. I called out, asking if she needed help, but she just kept digging, like she didn’t hear me.
I figured she was fine and went to close the window, but suddenly, she froze, let out a sharp “FINALLY!” then collapsed to the ground.
I panicked and ran over to help her, but when I got there, my attention was caught by the hole she’d been digging. I looked down into it and couldn’t believe what I saw. “Was she really looking for this all along?” I thought, completely stunned.
It was an ordinary day bathed in golden sunlight when life decided to surprise me.
I was folding laundry by the window, savoring the tranquility of my street, when I noticed Mrs. Cartwright, my 67-year-old neighbor, in her yard.
