I caught my neighbor’s 7-year-old, Tayo, digging in my yard. His mom, Kendra, just laughed—“He’s exploring.” After broken lights and trampled flowers, I installed motion-sensor spotlights. Soon one was smashed, and I found a note on my windshield: “STOP WATCHING MY SON OR ELSE.”
I documented everything—photos, videos, police report. When I filed a complaint, Kendra sued me for “harassing” her child. In court, the footage spoke for itself. The judge dismissed her claim and granted me a property protection order.
Weeks later, Kendra’s mother, Dola, visited to apologize. She said Kendra was struggling and promised to help with Tayo. Things changed. Tayo stayed out of my yard, and one day he brought me a drawing that said “SORRY.”
We even planted a cherry blossom tree together. When it bloomed, I realized boundaries aren’t about anger—they’re how peace grows.
