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.”
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.
