Almost every day, right at noon, the same little girl would appear on my porch. She was adorable — chubby cheeks, neat braids, a clean dress, and a small teddy bear hugged tightly to her chest.

She’d stand there motionless, facing the doorbell camera, staring right into it as if waiting for someone to respond.

Usually, I was at work around that time, so I couldn’t go to the door or ask who she was. Each visit was the same: she rang the bell, waited a minute or two, and then darted off down the street.

No car. No adult in sight.

Day after day, it began to bother me more. Why was such a young child wandering around alone? Where were her parents?

The thought that something might be wrong started to gnaw at me.

One evening, after watching yet another recording of her brief visit, I decided to take the videos to the police. They moved quickly — within hours, they identified the little girl and contacted her mother. That’s when the mystery took a completely unexpected turn.

When the woman arrived and heard the story, she suddenly burst out laughing.

“Oh goodness,” she said between giggles, “my daughter’s just at that curious age. We live nearby, and she loves walking past your house. Every time we do, she insists, ‘I want to say hi to that lady!’ She runs up to your door, rings the bell, and then runs right back. I’m always waiting for her at the corner.”

I stared at her, astonished.

“But… why me?” I asked, still puzzled.

The woman smiled warmly.

“You might not remember,” she said, “but one summer, my daughter tripped and fell in front of your house. You helped her up and gave her an apple. Ever since then, she’s wanted to come back and wish you a good day.”

The police sergeant and I looked at each other — and then we both started laughing.

So, the “mysterious little visitor” I’d been so worried about wasn’t in trouble at all. She was simply a kind-hearted child trying to return a small act of kindness — one cheerful hello at a time.