The Boy Across the Street

He’s fifteen — lanky, shy, and soft-spoken — the kind of kid who still waves every time he sees you pull into the driveway. At first, he was just the neighbor’s son. But over time, he became something much more than that. It started with small gestures.One afternoon, he noticed my dad struggling to lift a heavy bag of soil for the garden. Without hesitation, he crossed the street and knocked on the door, quietly offering to help. A week later, the sound of a lawn mower broke the afternoon silence — he was trimming the grass in my parents’…