I had dealt with tough neighbors before, but Meredith took things to another level. Her demand to remove my solar lights seemed petty, but her change of heart left her begging at my doorstep.
I’m Cecelia, a 40-year-old single mom to my 10-year-old daughter, Lily. We live in a cozy neighborhood where we love sitting in the garden, surrounded by solar lights we put up together. But everything changed when Meredith moved in next door. She complained endlessly about our harmless lights, even threatening to call the authorities.
One day, after I reluctantly took the lights down, Meredith returned, frantic. Raccoons had destroyed her garden, attracted by the darkness. She begged me to reinstall the lights, but I refused, reminding her, “You wanted them gone.”
In the end, I realized that karma works in unexpected ways. While Meredith spent weeks fixing her garden, Lily and I enjoyed our garden again, adding even more lights for extra “fairy magic.”
Karma really has a way of balancing things out.
