A few days ago, our new neighbor came to our door and told us to stop using our pool. “You’re upsetting my daughter,” she said sharply. I was stunned — it was our pool, on our property. I tried to stay calm and explained that we only used it in the afternoons and never played loud music or disturbed anyone. But she didn’t seem to care. With an irritated sigh, she walked away, muttering something about how inconsiderate we were.
I brushed it off, assuming she was just one of those neighbors who disliked seeing others enjoy themselves. But yesterday, while I was taking a quiet swim, I noticed movement near the fence. Her little girl was standing there, waving shyly to get my attention. I waved back, thinking she just wanted to say hello — until I saw her frantically pointing toward the ground.
