Arthur stood by the window, staring out.
“I have three kids,” he muttered. “They stopped coming.”
That was all he gave me, but it was enough.
After that, I understood Arthur a little more.
And I didn’t stop bringing the food.
If anything, I showed up even more.
Seven years passed like that.
Neighbors called me crazy.
Maybe I was.
Then, last Tuesday came.
Arthur’s porch light wasn’t on like usual.
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