When I moved into a new home with my two children, I was excited for a fresh start. The house had a beautiful garden that I pictured us enjoying together. But that peace was quickly disrupted by our neighbor, Mr. Johnson. He claimed the previous owner allowed him to build a garage that would partly sit on my property. I told him firmly that I did not give my permission. He kept insisting, waving documents I didn’t recognize.
While I was away visiting my mother for the weekend, Mr. Johnson took matters into his own hands. When we returned, a full garage stood in the middle of our garden. My heart sank, but my resolve hardened. I called a few close friends Lisa, Mark, and Jess and explained the situation. That night, we quietly dismantled the entire garage, piece by piece, under cover of darkness. By dawn, it was a neat pile of lumber on the driveway.