Neighbor Asked My Son to Shovel Snow for $10 a Day but Refused to Pay — So I Taught Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

The real world is about holding people accountable.” My smile was so sweet it could’ve rotted teeth. “Enjoy your evening.”

As I walked away, an idea began to form. By the time I stepped back into our house, I knew exactly what had to be done.

The next morning, while Dickinson and his guests still slept, I woke the household with a determined clap of my hands.

“Time to go, team,” I said.

Ben groaned as he crawled out of bed, but caught the determined gleam in my eye.

“What are we doing, Mom?”

“We’re righting a wrong.”

Outside, the air was bitter and still. My husband started the snowblower, the rumble cutting through the early quiet. Ben grabbed his shovel, gripping it like a sword.

Even Annie, too small for the heavy work, bounced along in her boots, ready to “help.”

We began with our driveway, then moved to the sidewalk, clearing paths for the neighbors. The pile of snow grew steadily as we pushed it all toward Dickinson’s pristine driveway.

The cold bit at my fingers, but the satisfaction of each shovelful fueled me.

Ben paused to catch his breath, leaning on his shovel. “This is a lot of snow, Mom,” he said, a smile creeping onto his face.

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