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My Son Built Snowmen All Winter. Our Neighbor Kept Destroying Them Until a Child’s Quiet Lesson Changed Everything
Each snowman had a name and a personality. One loved space movies. Another was a brave guard watching over the rest. When Nick finished, he’d stand back with his hands on his hips, proud in that quiet, serious way only children have when they’ve made something with care.
A Neighbor Who Treated Boundaries Like Suggestions
Our neighbor, Mr. Streeter, had a habit that rubbed me the wrong way from the start. When pulling into his driveway, he often cut across the edge of our lawn. Not because he needed to, but because it saved him a few seconds.
At first, it seemed minor. Grass grows back. Snow melts. I didn’t want to start a neighbor dispute over something small.
But then one afternoon, Nick came inside gripping his gloves so tightly his knuckles were white. His eyes were shiny, not from tears yet, but from holding them back.
“Mom,” he said quietly. “He did it again.”
