One of my little neighbors has taken quite an interest in me.
She always opens up the window to say hello. She always waves and tells me how much she likes my flowers.
I once caught her sitting eating a bowl of cereal in her darkened dining room staring across the breezeway into my darkened dining room.
It was almost as if she was watching my life like a television.
One of the many great things about children is that they have vivid imaginations and can entertain themselves. So I didn't think much of it when I saw her sitting there.
In light of what I heard last Wednesday, now I'm wondering if that wasn't a sign.
From what I've been able to observe, my new neighbors moved into the building across from me earlier this year. The occupants seem to be a single mother, 3 or 4 children (with one being a brand new baby) and possibly a male relative who comes and goes.
I rarely see the adults in the house. I mainly see the children because---well---they're children and it's their nature to be inquisitive. They wave when they see me through the window and now that the weather has warmed up, I'm outside on my front patio and back porch gardening so they take those opportunities to say hello as well.
Honestly, that's all I know---or think I know.
There could be more people that live in the apartment that aren't on the lease. The children could be the biological children of the mother or they could be nieces and nephews. The mother seems to work but I can't say that as a fact. The male relative could actually be a boyfriend.
Seeing that the mother, or the female head of household, hasn't seen fit to introduce herself to me I couldn't even tell you what she looks like.
While I make every effort to know who lives around me and comes in and out of the neighborhood, you can only do so much before you cross the line and start sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.
Doing reckless things like that around here may get you shot.
Some people on my block aren't the touchy feely neighborly sort. They don't want you in their business and they purposely live their lives so you don't know what's going on behind closed doors.
I don't know what's going on in that little girl's home. I don't even know if she was the one who received the spanking last Wednesday.
There are so many basic questions about that household I couldn't begin to answer, calling the police anonymously after what I heard last week would have been a moot point.
While those unknown facts were a contributing factor to my inaction. It wasn't the entire reason.
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