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She never waved at anyone, always too busy on her phone. The neighborhood watched her, but she kept her distance.\n\n\n\n
At first, I didn\u2019t think much of it. Live and let live, right? I had enough to worry about with my own life\u2014keeping up with Ethan, my 12-year-old son, was a job in itself. I figured Mrs. Johnson was just private. No harm in that.\n\n\n\n A woman hugging her son | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Then one day, Ethan came home, sweat dripping from his forehead. His shirt was soaked, and he looked like he\u2019d been running for hours.\n\n\n\n \u201cEthan, what happened?\u201d I asked, walking over to him as he plopped down on the couch.\n\n\n\n \u201cMrs. Johnson asked me to mow her lawn,\u201d he panted. \u201cShe said she\u2019d pay me twenty bucks.\u201d\n\n\n\n A tired 12-year-old boy | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n I glanced out the window at Mrs. Johnson\u2019s yard. It was huge, easily the biggest in the neighborhood. Ethan had mowed the entire thing. It looked perfect, lines neat and clean.\n\n\n\n \u201cTwo days,\u201d Ethan said, wiping his face with his shirt. \u201cIt took me two whole days. But she said she\u2019d pay me when I was done.\u201d\n\n\n\n Mowing the lawn | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n I smiled at him, proud. Ethan was a good kid, always looking to help out. He\u2019d been saving up for weeks to buy a food processor for his grandma\u2019s birthday. The twenty dollars would help him get a little closer.\n\n\n\n \u201cDid she pay you yet?\u201d I asked, still looking out the window.\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, but I\u2019m sure she will,\u201d Ethan said, his voice hopeful.\n\n\n\n I nodded. Mrs. Johnson might be distant, but stiffing a kid out of twenty bucks? Even she wouldn\u2019t do that. Or so I thought.\n\n\n\n A woman talking to her son in her kitchen | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n A few days passed, and I noticed Ethan was quieter than usual. He wasn\u2019t his usual cheerful self, and it worried me.\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, honey?\u201d I asked one evening as he sat by the window, staring at Mrs. Johnson\u2019s house.\n\n\n\n \u201cShe hasn\u2019t paid me yet,\u201d he said softly.\n\n\n\n I frowned. \u201cWell, have you asked her?\u201d\n\n\n\n A frowning woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n Ethan nodded. \u201cYeah, I went over yesterday, but she told me she was busy and to come back later. So I went again today, and she told me\u2026 she told me to get lost.\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?\u201d I gasped, shocked. \u201cWhat do you mean \u2018get lost\u2019?\u201d\n\n\n\n Ethan looked down at his hands, his voice shaking just a little. \u201cShe said I should be grateful for the lesson I learned from mowing her lawn. That learning to work hard was the real payment. She said I didn\u2019t need the money.\u201d\n\n\n\n A crying boy looking at his phone | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n My heart dropped, and my anger rose. This woman had tricked my son into doing two days of hard work and then refused to pay him. How dare she?\n\n\n\n I clenched my fists, trying to stay calm for his sake, but inside I was boiling. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it, honey. I\u2019ll take care of it.\u201d\n\n\n\n Ethan gave me a small, trusting smile. But inside, I was already planning what I\u2019d do next. Mrs. Johnson might think she was teaching my son a lesson, but she was about to learn one herself.\n\n\n\n A woman thinking | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n I sat on the porch the next morning, watching Mrs. Johnson pull out of her driveway, as polished as ever. The decision had been brewing inside me for days, and now, I felt no hesitation.\n\n\n\n My son deserved justice, and if Mrs. Johnson wasn\u2019t going to do the right thing, then I\u2019d make sure she learned a lesson of her own. I got to making calls and leaving voice messages.\n\n\n\n A woman typing on her phone | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n Around an hour later, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Mark, my old friend from high school, who now ran a small landscaping business. I explained the situation in a quick, hushed tone.\n\n\n\n \u201cSo, you want me to\u2026 trim her hedges into weird shapes?\u201d he chuckled on the other end of the line.\n\n\n\n A man talking on his phone | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n Mrs. Johnson took immense pride in her yard, especially her hedges. Every Saturday morning, without fail, she\u2019d be out there, pruning the bushes with meticulous care.\n\n\n\n She had them shaped into perfect, symmetrical forms that gave her house a neat, upscale appearance. To her, those hedges weren\u2019t just plants\u2014they were a statement.\n\n\n\n \u201cExactly. Nothing destructive. Just enough to give them a funny look. She\u2019s proud of that yard, and I want her to notice.\u201d\n\n\n\n Trimmed hedges | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n Mark was quiet for a moment, then laughed again. \u201cYou\u2019ve got yourself a deal. I\u2019ll swing by later today.\u201d\n\n\n\n Step one of the plan was set. Now, for step two. I grabbed my laptop, found a local mulch delivery service, and called them up, doing my best to mimic Mrs. Johnson\u2019s crisp, no-nonsense tone.\n\n\n\n \u201cHi, this is Katherine Johnson. I need three large truckloads of mulch delivered to my address. Yes, the whole driveway. Thank you.\u201d\n\n\n\n A serious woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n I hung up, feeling a strange thrill. My heart pounded in my chest. Was I really doing this?\n\n\n\n Yes. Yes, I was.\n\n\n\n Then, I left a few messages for my neighbors. While asking for small favors, I made sure to casually mention what Mrs. Johnson had done to Ethan.\n\n\n\n A smiling woman typing on her phone | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n Later that afternoon, three giant trucks rolled up and began unloading piles of mulch onto Mrs. Johnson\u2019s driveway. I watched from my porch as the workers carefully emptied their loads, blocking her entire driveway with massive mounds of dark brown mulch. There was no way she was getting her car in tonight.\n\n\n\n A pile of mulch in front of the house | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n By then, the neighborhood had started to buzz. I saw a few of the neighbors peeking through their windows, whispering to each other. Word had gotten around about what Mrs. Johnson had done to Ethan, and now, they were seeing my revenge unfold right in front of them.\n\n\n\n I could feel the tension building. Everyone was waiting for Mrs. Johnson to come home. So was I.\n\n\n\n The neighbors gossiping | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n At around 6:30 p.m., her shiny black car turned the corner and pulled onto our street. As soon as she saw the mulch, her car screeched to a halt. She sat there for a moment, probably in shock. Then she slowly rolled forward, coming to a stop in front of the pile blocking her driveway.\n\n\n\n I leaned back in my chair, sipping my tea, and waited.\n\n\n\n A shocked young woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n Mrs. Johnson got out of the car, her face a mix of confusion and anger. She marched over to the hedges first, staring at the strange shapes they\u2019d been trimmed into. She ran her hands through her perfectly styled hair and pulled out her phone, probably to call someone to fix it.\n\n\n\n A few of the neighbors had gathered across the street, pretending to chat, but really watching her reaction. They exchanged quiet laughs and glances. Mrs. Johnson looked around, realizing she was being watched, and her eyes landed on me.\n\n\n\n An angry woman turning her head | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n She stormed across the street, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement.\n\n\n\n \u201cDid you do this?\u201d she snapped, her voice tight with rage.\n\n\n\n I smiled, taking another sip of my tea. \u201cMe? I don\u2019t know anything about landscaping or mulch deliveries.\u201d\n\n\n\n Her face turned bright red. \u201cThis is unacceptable! You think this is funny?\u201d\n\n\n\n A shouting woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n I set down my cup and stood up, meeting her gaze. \u201cNot as funny as stiffing a 12-year-old out of twenty dollars.\u201d\n\n\n\n Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She knew exactly what I was talking about.\n\n\n\n \u201cMaybe it\u2019s just the universe teaching you a lesson,\u201d I said, my tone sharp. \u201cHard work is its own reward, right?\u201d\n\n\n\n A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Mrs. Johnson clenched her jaw, her eyes darting from me to the piles of mulch and then back to the small crowd of neighbors now openly watching. She was trapped. She couldn\u2019t argue with me without looking worse in front of the whole street.\n\n\n\n \u201cFine,\u201d she spat, turning on her heel and stomping into her house. A minute later, she reappeared with a crumpled twenty-dollar bill in her hand.\n\n\n\n Read also\n\n\n\n An angry woman with a dollar bill | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n She shoved it at me, but I didn\u2019t take it. \u201cGive it to Ethan,\u201d I said, stepping aside.\n\n\n\n She shot me one last glare, then walked over to where Ethan stood at the edge of the yard. \u201cHere,\u201d she muttered, shoving the bill at him.\n\n\n\n Ethan took the money, eyes wide with surprise. \u201cUh, thanks.\u201d\n\n\n\n A shocked boy | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n Mrs. Johnson didn\u2019t say another word as she hurried back to her car. She fumbled with her phone, probably trying to call someone to remove the mulch blocking her driveway. But I wasn\u2019t worried about that. My job was done.\n\n\n\n Ethan smiled so wide, I thought his face might split in two.\n\n\n\n \u201cThanks, Mom,\u201d he said, beaming.\n\n\n\n A happy smiling boy | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t thank me,\u201d I said, ruffling his hair. \u201cYou earned it.\u201d\n\n\n\n Mrs. Johnson never asked Ethan for help again. And every time she passed the neighbors, I could see the embarrassment in her eyes. Her hedges grew back, and the mulch eventually disappeared, but the story of how she learned a lesson about honesty and hard work stayed with the neighborhood.\n\n\n\n A garden with trimmed hedges | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n Sometimes, the people who seem the most put-together are the ones who need a good reminder that you don\u2019t mess with a mother protecting her son.\n\n\n\n Liked this story? Consider reading this one: Returning from a relaxing vacation, 50-year-old Wendy came home to find her beloved lawn buried under a mountain of gravel by her thoughtless neighbor, Tom. 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