As I hurried to my front door, I realized I only had fifteen minutes left. I quickly headed toward the open window, hoping no one was watching. When I peeked over the windowsill, I was relieved to see no neighbors around.
Their living room looked just like everyone else’s. Mike was facing away from me, holding a fancy camera. Jill turned to face him with a gentle smile. I noticed a brief movement at the edge of the room, but my attention was fixed on Mike.
Suddenly, Jill shouted, “Someone’s there! Someone’s looking inside!” Our eyes locked, and my heart stopped.
No, no, no! This can’t be happening!
With my heart racing, I ran back to my house and locked the door. What was I thinking? Why did I peek into their house? Did I offend them? I was sure they would call the cops.
The next day, a knock on my door shattered the silence. My stomach churned as I looked through the peephole. It was Mike. He held an envelope and pulled out a photo. My photo. “Care to explain?” he asked, looking amused.
Blushing, I admitted what I had done. To my surprise, Mike smiled and invited me over. He explained that he loves Jill and takes her picture every day.
I found their tradition so sweet, and I never looked out that window again.
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