After moving to an apartment in the neighborhood where I live, even when I greeted people, they often refused to greet me.
To practice the words of Mother’s love, I met an old woman in the elevator and greeted me with a bright smile, “Hello!”
He only seemed blunt, but with a big smile,
“Hey, when did this pretty stepdaughter move in?”
Even though I had lived for 15 years, they welcomed me, saying that it was my first time meeting them.
It turned out that he lived right next door.
It felt so good to have a new friendly neighbor that I wouldn’t have known if I had not greeted them.
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