My Neighbor Called the Cops on My Kids Because ‘Children Shouldn’t Be Screaming Outside’ – So I Went to War with Her

Curtain move. Her silhouette in the storm door.

Watching.

Judging.

One afternoon, the boys were kicking a soccer ball on the strip of grass in front of our house. I was on the porch with a lukewarm coffee.

“Mom, watch this shot!” Liam yelled.

Noah screeched as the ball flew wide.

And then I saw Deborah marching across the street.

“Excuse me,” she said.

Her voice was tight, like she’d wrapped it in plastic wrap to keep it from cracking.

I stood up.

“Hi. Something wrong?”

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