When I moved into my new apartment, I never imagined Mrs. Taylor—the older woman next door—would become a constant presence, always dropping by and asking for treats. At first, I thought her visits were sweet, a chance to make a connection, but soon her unending requests began to strain both my patience and my wallet. What started as neighborly kindness quickly turned into a stressful dilemma that forced me to question the true meaning of boundaries and generosity.