The pool my Steve built for our four children was the last gift he ever gave us. So when my neighbor stormed into my yard, called my kids « too loud, » and later filled that pool with concrete at dawn, she thought she’d won. She had no idea she’d just destroyed her own life instead.
The afternoon sun spilled across our backyard like warm honey.
The soft sound of my children laughing carried through the open kitchen window.
I stood at the sink, watching them splash in the pool their father built with his own hands.
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