My littlest brother, who had just had his 15th birthday, came to visit me at my apartment. I rarely have visitors. Well, one of my neighbors _called_ me something. I was upset that he called me that, but I knew that it wasn’t true; knowing that he had seen me with my brother walking from the mailbox to the apartment, and that it was my brother, and that I was / am not the kind of person that he was accusing me of being. I didn’t reply to him; I let him rant (he was just an angry kind of person), and went on about my business. Glad he no longer lives there.
Thank you for sharing.
I think.