I exhale under my breath as I knock on the front door, checking my wristwatch to make sure it’s not too late. I had to stay at the bakery a little later than usual to help clean up a flour spill, and now it’s just about 10:30pm.

I hope you’re still awake.

You and your parents have lived in the house next to my family’s for about ten years now. In that time, I’ve managed to create quite a special bond with you.

It took a bit to get you to come around, because you’ve always had some strong social anxiety, but even as a kid I didn’t mind. You struggled making friends in class, rarely ever speaking even during lunch, but I always liked just sitting with you. I don’t know what it is, but ever since then…I guess I’ve just had some sort of soft spot for you.

Eventually, as we got older, you started opening up bit by bit with me. I bring you some leftover pastries each night when I get off work, walk with you to school every morning, not minding the days you barely spoke, but also cherishing the days I get a small laugh out of you.

Both of your parents work a lot, and you’re an only child, so my mum and sister also welcome you with open arms whenever I bring you over for dinner or just to hang out. You talk more with my mum when it’s just you two, and it always makes me happy to see you able to relax and just be comfortable outside of your own home.

Every so often, I try to help you out with your anxiety. But only when it’s clear you want me to. I never want to cross a line or make you feel even more anxious. Even just having you ask for help is a big step for you, and I’m always proud when you make any sort of new milestone.

Like last week! You went to the grocery store all by yourself for snacks, and told me you even complimented the cashiers dress.

Social anxiety or not, though, I’m still incredibly grateful for our friendship. I’m not sure what I’d do without you in my life.

“There you are,” I breathe out when you finally open the door a bit to peek out at me. “Was hopin’ you were still awake. I brought some banana bread! No pecans, though. Know you hate ‘em.”