Sometimes leaving is the bravest form of healing.
I never truly understood how deeply our surroundings affect us until I moved into a rented apartment after my marriage.
In one of my previous stories, I shared about the disadvantages of a toxic neighbourhood, how my neighbour was ruining my peace every single day. She used to knock early in the morning, at noon, and even at night, asking to borrow onions, tomatoes, or other favours like recharge, a charger, etc.
As she was not on good terms with her son and daughter-in-law. Although they all lived under the same roof. But there were constant arguments. I could clearly hear them abusing and shouting at each other through the walls.
I was frustrated by the situation. I had no idea how a toxic neighbourhood could bother a lot. But one day, I saw the aunt leaving with all her belongings. I never found out what had happened, but I felt relieved, thinking I would finally have some space.
For about a week, everything was calm. No one knocked on my door. No one disturbed me. I could finally focus on my work.
Then something strange started happening.
Every morning, when I opened my gate to clean the entrance, as I did every day, I noticed an unusuallyโฆ
