Mute

The two three year old siblings next door are always barked at by their mother.
When they run across the parking lot to see us we talk to them. Now every day they ring our bell and then run away.
"We rang your bell," they said when they saw me.
"We're shy."
"That's okay, I am too," I told them.
"They want to connect but they don't know how," my husband said.