Neighborly Nostalgia
Just then, Paul, our ever-friendly neighbor, appeared waving from across the fence. “Hey there, Jason! It’s been a while!
Missed seeing this guy around,” he said, nodding at Rocky. His familiar grin was welcoming. Rocky wagged his tail, greeting him like an old friend.
“Hey, Paul! Yeah, I just got him back today,” I replied, moving closer to the fence. Rocky seemed to relax, reassured by familiar voices.
Paul’s presence always had a way of making things feel like home.