Each time it happened, my son came inside quieter than before, trying to hold back his tears as he explained that another snowman had been crushed. I comforted him, suggesting that he could build them closer to the house so they wouldn’t be disturbed. But he shook his head.
That particular spot meant something to him. He knew he wasn’t doing anything wrong, and the careless behavior from an adult hurt him more deeply than the destroyed snow figures. I tried once more to ask the neighbor for a little understanding and respect, but the response was the same—indifference.
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