Maya Thompson was in disbelief at how fortunate she felt.

She stood on the porch of her newly purchased house, taking

in the beautiful wooden trim that decorated the wraparound porch

and steep gables. The house was a delightful Victorian fixer-upper,

brimming with traces of those who had lived there before, yet it was

solidly built and completely hers. Maya recognized the effort it would

take, but she saw the potential and was excited to turn it into her family’s home.

When Maya turned to see how the movers were doing, she caught sight of

her new neighbors peeking at her from behind the low hedges that lined

her property. Their eyes sparkled with a blend of curiosity and caution.

“Good morning!” Maya exclaimed cheerfully, waving at the young couple

working in their garden. Despite her efforts to connect with them,

the couple’s response was filled with discomfort as they rushed to their car and drove off without looking back.

“I suppose the folks around here aren’t exactly the friendliest,” Maya sighed, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Later that day, Maya took her two kids, Liam and Zoe, to the local coffee

shop as they began to settle into their new neighborhood. The strange

stares and quiet murmurs around them only deepened Maya’s discomfort.

She looked around the room, hoping to catch someone’s eye, but it

felt like everyone was deliberately looking away whenever she made the effort.