I returned to the letter and continued reading. Slowly, the truth became painfully clear. My neighbor lived completely alone, and most weeks her visits to my house were the only conversations she had with another person. She was too proud and embarrassed to knock simply because she was lonely. Asking for sugar gave her an excuse. It was ordinary, harmless, and small enough that she believed I would never question why she needed it so often.<\/p>\n
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Every cup I handed her had meant something entirely different to her than it did to me. I thought I was lending a kitchen ingredient. She thought someone had opened a door for her. Even the little labels I had forgotten writing had mattered enough for her to preserve them. Then I reached the part of the letter I desperately wished I could avoid. She wrote about our final conversation. My words\u2014\u201cBuy your own. You\u2019re pathetic.\u201d\u2014had hurt her deeply. But what she wrote immediately afterward made the guilt settle even heavier inside my chest. Click continue reading below<\/p>\n
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