My Sweetest Old Neighbor Helped Me Unpack & Later, I Found Her Note in the Box – It Made Me Immediately Sell the House

I don’t like how Dad always shouted at us.” That confirmed our need to break free. From the moment I met Mrs. Thompson, she reminded me of my grandmother. Her motherly warmth reassured me that moving here was the right decision. “I’m Hazel,” she introduced herself, walking up to our porch with freshly baked cookies. “I’m so glad you’re moving into the neighborhood. My house is right next door.” “This is Lily, my daughter,” I said as Lily played nearby. “We needed a new start.” On moving day, Mrs. Thompson insisted on helping me unpack. “No, thank you,” I protested. “You’re welcome to stay and keep me company, but I’ll do all the heavy lifting.”“Nonsense, dear,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye.“I’ve got plenty of energy left in these old bones.” We spent the afternoon together, chatting and laughing as we organized the kitchen, arranged the living room, and set up Lily’s bedroom. Mrs. Thompson’s presence made the daunting task enjoyable, and I was grateful for her kindness. “Mrs. Thompson,” I said, feeling both gratitude and guilt, “you really don’t have to do all this. You’ve been so helpful, but I feel bad taking up your time.” “Oh, no, Phoebe,” she replied with a wave of her hand. “I enjoy the company. It’s been too quiet here lately. I don’t get out much because I get dizzy spells sometimes. This has been good for me, too.” As evening approached, Mrs. Thompson invited me over for dinner.“I’ll just throw something together,” she said. “Lily is with your mom, so you’ll be alone in the new house. At least this way, I’ll know you’ve eaten.” Sitting in her kitchen as she prepared dinner, I felt incredibly grateful for her kindness. The divorce had been hard, and my mother had tried to persuade me to reconcile with Lily’s dad. “Just give it another go, Phoebe,” she had said. “You’ll be glad you tried harder for Lily.”aKeeping the divorce to myself, I only visited my parents so they could spend time with Lily. Having Mrs. Thompson around provided a soothing comfort I hadn’t realized I needed. After dinner, she walked me out with a gentle hug. “If you need anything, dear, don’t hesitate to ask,” she said. That night, exhausted but content, I decided to leave the last few boxes for the next day. “That’s tomorrow’s problem,” I sighed, getting into bed. The next morning, with a cup of coffee in hand, I noticed an envelope on one of the remaining boxes, addressed to “The New Owner.” Curiosity piqued, I opened it and read the neatly written note: Dear New Neighbor, Welcome to your new home! I hope you find as much joy and comfort in this neighborhood as I have over the years. There is something important you should know about this house, something I couldn’t tell you in person. The previous owner and I had a special agreement regarding a beloved pet, an exotic and high-maintenance tortoise named Sheldon, who lives in the basement.Sheldon has been part of this household for decades and requires specific care and attention. I took on the responsibility after the previous owner passed away, promising to care for him until the house had a new owner. Unfortunately, I’m too old to continue caring for Sheldon. I hoped you could take on the responsibility. I didn’t want to tell you in front of Lily and risk getting her excited. Please let me know what you’d like us to do. Warm regards, Hazel Thompson As I stood there, processing Mrs. Thompson’s note, I realized I couldn’t take on such a responsibility. Later that day, I spoke with her. “Mrs. Thompson, I don’t know what to say. Sheldon sounds wonderful, but I can’t take care of him,” I began. “It’s just Lily and me, and we moved here to start fresh. I can’t handle another demanding responsibility.” She nodded, understanding. “Of course, I understand,” she said. “He’s just grown on me. Did you know that in some cultures, the tortoise represents longevity, immortality, and the cycle of life?”“Thank you for understanding,” I said. “Do you think you could remove the tortoise before I bring Lily home?” Mrs. Thompson agreed. “He’ll be gone before you get back.” Back at the house, I felt a weight of disappointment. The new beginning felt different, and I realized I had already let down someone I liked. The next morning, with a heavy heart but clarity on what was best for Lily and me, I decided to sell the house and find a new place where we could start over without unexpected burdens. “No pets, please,” I told my realtor. “Lily and I will decide on that when she’s older.” Moving out so soon was difficult, but it was the right choice for us. I hoped Mrs. Thompson could find someone to care for Sheldon, while Lily and I sought a fresh start, free from unexpected burdens.