After My Rich Neighbor Ruined My Fence and Refused to Fix It, What I Found the Next Morning Blew Me Away
For many years, I had lived quietly in my small home, a modest structure on a sleepy street where the only sounds were birdsong in the morning and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. My life had been shaped by loss:
my spouse, my parents, siblings, even close friends, all gone in a span of years that felt both too fast and painfully slow. Each loss carved away a part of me, and gradually, I built walls around my heart and my home.
I no longer invited anyone in; I no longer reached beyond the safe boundaries I had created. My yard, my garden, and the small rituals of daily life…
For many years, I had lived quietly in my small home, a modest structure on a sleepy street where the only sounds were birdsong in the morning and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. My life had been shaped by loss:
my spouse, my parents, siblings, even close friends, all gone in a span of years that felt both too fast and painfully slow. Each loss carved away a part of me, and gradually, I built walls around my heart and my home.
I no longer invited anyone in; I no longer reached beyond the safe boundaries I had created. My yard, my garden, and the small rituals of daily life…
