My small house on Maple Street was a peaceful place to live until my neighbour Kayla moved in. She always looked great and was proud of her real estate wins, making her a powerful person. But behind her clean exterior was a person who was rude and spoilt.
Kayla found out that my old fence was nine inches too close to her land, which is when our argument started. She told me I had to take it down or pay her for the land, even though I told her it was built based on a secret deal with the previous owners. Because she wouldn’t give up and threatened to sue, I had to take down the fence.
But fate had other ideas. Soon, Kayla was in a tough spot and begged me to rebuild the fence so she could keep her destructive dog, Duke, inside. I said no, so she had to deal with the results of what she did. Duke broke her furniture, which hurt her job and social life.
Things only got worse for Kayla over the course of the months. She used a tie-out wire and a makeshift bamboo fence to try to keep Duke in, but he kept getting away and causing trouble. She was so desperate that she begged me to fix the fence and offered to pay for it herself.
Because she thought she was privileged and wouldn’t listen to reason, she made this happen.
I chose to sell my house and move away from all the trouble in the end. When I thought about how karma had come full circle, I couldn’t help but smile. I left Kayla to deal with her own problems. You taught me that sometimes fate is smart, and I will never forget that. My new home brought me peace and happiness.
