MY MOTHER ALWAYS FORBADE ME TO TALK TO OUR NEIGHBOR – AT 42, I FINALLY ENTERED HIS HOUSE & FOUND A PHOTO OF HIM WITH MY MOTHER
MY MOTHER ALWAYS FORBADE ME TO TALK TO OUR NEIGHBOR – AT 42, I FINALLY ENTERED HIS HOUSE & FOUND A PHOTO OF HIM WITH MY MOTHER My mom had gotten pretty frail, and even though we'd never been super close, I cared about her and eventually invited her to come live with me. Years passed before she agreed — oddly enough, that was right after her neighbor Jeremy died. She had despised that man for as long as I could remember — she wouldn't even let me wave to him as a kid. I asked her why a few times, but she always shut it down. But as a kid, I still managed to talk to Jeremy here and there, and once, he even gave me this little toy teddy bear I named Mr. Peebles. When my mom found out, she ordered me to throw it out. I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I hid him in my closet. Now, years later, I dug up Mr. Peebles, and the memories just hit me. I wanted justice; I wanted to know why Mom hated Jeremy, a good neighbor, so much. While my mom was packing, I snuck ov...
