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My Son Built Snowmen All Winter. Our Neighbor Kept Destroying Them Until a Child’s Quiet Lesson Changed Everything
“It’s dark,” he said, waving me off. “I didn’t see anything.”
He smirked. “You really going to make a big deal out of a snowman?”
What shook me wasn’t his tone. It was how comfortable he was being unkind. How easily he dismissed a child’s feelings.
That night, I vented to my husband.
“He’s doing it on purpose,” I said.
“He’ll get his someday,” my husband replied, trying to reassure me.
I didn’t expect that day to arrive so soon.
