We have been living in our house for over 10 years. We were the first group of people to move into this community. On our block there are about 10 or so houses. We have always been friendly to our neighbors. We say hello. Our girls go trick or treating at their houses. We have even shared our adoptions. One even considered adopting, until her husband said he wanted a blood related child. Of course, I have given my opinion on that one. Slowly, our neighborhood has changed. Families have moved out. Most of the time, they leave without telling anyone. We lost another one this week. They have not said anything. We see them drive back and forth. You'd think they'd say something. Maybe, my mind set is from a different day and age.
Another one of the families who left used to talk to us all the time. I think they mentioned moving to Angie. As Kayla and their children grew older, they did not want anything to do with our girls. We used to call them by their first names. One of them turned out to be a school teacher at my daughters school. They made the mistake of calling them by their first name. She got upset and told them they had to address her as Mrs. so and so. She did not have to get rude about it. She could have explained it to them, but I think it had more to do with the fact that she did not care much for our family.
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