Miles was only ten when he noticed Mrs. Rose living alone next door. One day, he helped her carry groceries, and from then on, he visited her every day after school. He brought soup, cleaned her house, watered her plants, and kept her company so she wouldn’t feel lonely.
Over time, they became like family. Mrs. Rose often smiled and told him he reminded her of someone she had lost.
As the years passed, her health grew weaker, and Miles stayed by her side through it all. Then one quiet morning, she passed away peacefully in her sleep.
A week later, Miles found a small box on his porch with a letter inside.
“Dear Miles,
You came into my life when I thought the world had forgotten me. You gave me kindness, love, and comfort when I needed it most. You were never just the boy next door — you were the grandson my heart always needed.
Never stop being good. The world needs people like you.”
Inside the box was also an old photo of them together. On the back, she had written:
“My little angel next door.”