The man had finally gotten over his unusual demureness and knocked on the woman's door. He had spotted her the other day cutting a rose from the bush outside her window when he was on his way back from the market. The man moved in about a year ago and has never seen his neighbor before then. He was surprised to find that she was not an elderly person but a woman who seemed around his age or even younger. Apprehension began to eat at the man's nerves. He was a normal guy, not usually shy or timid. In fact, the man would describe himself as fun and outgoing but at this moment in time, he was a nervous mess.
What if she doesn't like me? What if that is the reason she has been avoiding me? Isn't it common to welcome new neighbors into the neighborhood? The man's thoughts were full of uneasiness. He knew that there was nothing he should be afraid of, especially since all he was going to do was greet her. He even had the old excuse of coming over to borrow some sugar.
He stepped back from the door and studied her front porch while waiting for the woman to answer. It was open and approachable. The fence was white and was surrounded by beautiful flowers that were so dainty, it surprised the man that there were so many of them. The woman's front door was a cozy yellow; not an ugly, mustard yellow, but a light yellow that reminded the man of the sun. The entrance to her home is warm and welcoming, why didn't she welcome me?
The man looked at his feet and began to second guess his decision to visit the young woman. He turned and was about to walk away when he heard the turn of the deadbolt and the click of the lock. Little did the man know that that woman opening the door would be the one who would teach the obnoxious man how to be humble.
