Suddenly, I heard a soft knock at the door.

My heart stopped. After a few seconds, the neighbor appeared behind the door. She was trembling and cautiously looking at me.

– Please… help me… – she whispered barely audibly, her eyes full of fear.

Only then did I understand what was happening at her home. When her son starts drinking, he changes: rude, aggressive, sometimes even raises his hand against his mother. That day he came home drunk, and the neighbor, terrified, ran away to save herself.

I held her close, gave her warm tea, and calmed her. She stayed with me for a few days while we figured out together how to help. We contacted agents to sell her house and found a good elderly home where she could live peacefully.

After a week, she had already settled in, talked to neighbors, laughed, and walked in the yard without fear. I could see life shining in her eyes again.

Finally, the neighbor I knew as a quiet and modest woman could live happily, without fear or violence.