Julia always dreamed of being the Perfect Neighbor. Her goal was to inspire other women in the community by being a role model. Picture the look on her face as her mother rolled up on a Harley-Davidson, pulling into the driveway. Julia felt a wave of pure embarrassment that almost pushed her to the brink of kicking her mother out, but the truth held her back.
As the morning sun bathed Julia’s yard in a warm glow, she knelt in the dirt, her gloved hands carefully patting down the soil around her blooming roses. The gentle fragrance of the flowers blended with the cool air, providing a brief respite from the tension that had been building inside her. This was her safe haven—a spot where everything seemed within reach.
Then the voice she had been fearing finally arrived.
“Good morning, Julia!” Wow, you’re up bright and early, already tending to your garden? “Impressive,” Nancy called out, her overly sweet tone struggling to hide the condescension that was so typical of her.
