I moved into a new neighborhood, hoping to find new friends and the comfort of suburban life. However, no one was happy to see me. Citizens avoided me, and neighbors peeked at me behind their fences. One day, I discovered something that sent shivers down my spine. Could this be the real reason for their hostility?I had just moved into a new house, rented through an agency, in a small suburb. It was a quaint little place with neat lawns and friendly-looking homes. I had hoped for a peaceful and friendly life, imagining neighbors stopping by to say hello and welcoming me to the community. But that didn’t happen. From the first day, I noticed the cold shoulders. People didn’t greet me or even make eye contact. It was as if I was invisible. I tried not to let it bother me, but it was hard not to feel lonely. One sunny afternoon, I was watering the flowers in my front yard when I saw a little girl riding her bike down the street.

She must have been around seven years old, with pigtails bouncing as she pedaled. Suddenly, she lost control and fell off her bike right in front of my house. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, rushing over to help her. “Are you okay, sweetie?” Before I could reach her, a woman—her mother, I assumed—came running over, yelling, “Get away from her!”Startled, I stopped in my tracks. The mother grabbed the girl, her eyes wide with panic, and hugged her tightly. “Are you hurt, Jenny? Did she touch you?” she asked frantically, looking at me like I was some kind of threat.