My daughter spent weeks making her princess costume, only to have our elderly neighbor turn her away on Halloween. I was furious, but I never expected him to leave something on our doorstep that night.
“Not you,” Mr. Harrison said, staring at my eight-year-old daughter.
Lily stood on his doorstep in her pink princess costume, holding out her orange pumpkin bucket.
“Trick or treat!” she’d said just seconds earlier.
Now her smile was disappearing.
“Excuse me?” I asked, certain I’d misunderstood.
“I said no candy. Take her somewhere else.”
My name is Daphne, and I’ve spent eight years teaching my daughter that she deserves the same kindness and respect as every other child. Lily has Down syndrome, but that has never stopped her from enjoying Halloween.
She’d counted down the days for weeks. We’d made her princess costume together, sewing little silver stars onto the skirt and attaching a glittering crown to a headband.
Until that moment, the evening had been wonderful.
Mr. Harrison, our 67-year-old neighbor, had lived across the street for years. He was a widower who mostly kept to himself, but he’d never been openly unkind to us.
“She’s eight years old,” I said, struggling to remain calm.
“I know how old she is.”
“Then why would you speak to her like that?”
He looked past me toward our house.
“Just leave.”
I took Lily’s hand before she could start crying.
“Come on, sweetheart. There are plenty of other houses.”
She followed quietly, her bucket swinging against her leg.
Halfway down the sidewalk, she asked, “Did I do something bad, Mommy?”
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