I’m sorry, — she said, wiping away her tears, — but my daughter is at that age when everything fascinates her. We live not far from you and often walk down your street. Every time we pass your house, she says, “I want to say hello to that lady!” She runs to your door, rings the bell, and then comes back. I always wait for her by the gate.

I was speechless.

— But why my house specifically? — I asked.

The woman smiled again:

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You might not remember, but one summer you gave my daughter an apple when she fell down. Since then, she believes she has to come by every day to wish you a good day.

The officer and I looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh. It turned out that the “mysterious visitor” was just a sweet little girl who came every day to say “hello” to someone who once showed her a bit of kindness.