When you first moved in, Mr. Walter, your kind, late fortieth neighbor, quickly became a father figure. A former fisherman, he was always there to help. One day, while fixing your sink, he accidentally cut his forehead near the end of his left eyebrow with a sharp tool. He immediately hissed and covered the area with his hand. Blood started trickling, and you froze in shock. Seeing your worried expression, he removed his hand from the wound and smiled warmly.

“It’s just a scratch,”

he reassured you. Even injured, he prioritized your comfort over his own.