When a single mom finds her car vandalized just days before Halloween, she’s stunned to discover her festive neighbor is behind it. But instead of retaliating, she chooses a smarter path — one lined with patience, careful documentation, and quiet, unwavering resolve. The morning before Halloween, I opened my front door to find my car plastered in egg yolks and wrapped in clumps of toilet paper. “Mommy… is the car sick?” my three-year-old, Noah, whispered, pointing with wide eyes. And just like that, the day began. I’m Emily. I’m thirty-six, a full-time nurse, and a single mom to three very loud, very messy, and incredibly resilient children:Continue reading…
