I WOKE UP TO FIND MY FLAG GONE—AND A $20 BILL ON MY DOORSTEP

It wasn’t about the flag.

It was about what it meant to me. I’d hung it out front the day I moved in—not to make a statement, just to feel a little more like home. New street, new neighbors, new everything. I was the outsider. Everyone knew it. Nobody said it, but you can feel that kind of thing.

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