I never believed in karma until I experienced what I’m about to tell you. You see, my name is Cecelia, and I’m a single mom in my forties. I work as a marketing manager and take care of my amazing daughter Lily, who is ten years old.
Lily is the light of my life, with her kindness and unique perspective on the world. She’s always finding ways to spread joy, whether it’s baking cookies for our neighbor or leaving thank-you notes for the mailman.
Life as a single parent hasn’t always been easy, juggling work and raising Lily on my own. But she’s been my rock through it all. We live in a cozy little neighborhood, where everyone knows each other and looks out for one another. Lily and I love spending time in our garden, surrounded by the soft glow of our solar lights. Lily insisted that we have some “fairy magic” in our garden, and those lights have become our special spot for chatting and sharing stories.
But everything changed when our new neighbor, Meredith, moved in. Meredith is quite a character. She’s in her thirties, always impeccably dressed in her suits and high heels, and works in finance. She has a beautiful garden, meticulously cared for with expensive flowers and perfectly pruned hedges. However, she doesn’t exactly have the friendliest attitude. She keeps to herself and rarely smiles. She even complained about the kids playing near her lawn.
One day, she decided to make my solar lights her problem. She would show up at my house every evening, demanding that I remove the lights because they were shining into her bedroom window. She started rallying other neighbors against my harmless garden lights, claiming they kept her up all night. I tried explaining that the lights were solar-powered, not very bright, and automatically turned off by midnight. But she didn’t care. She wanted them gone.
Reluctantly, to avoid any further conflict, I took down the lights. Lily was disappointed, not understanding why our neighbor was so upset. But I promised her that we would find even better lights, ones that looked like little stars. Little did I know that karma had something in store for Meredith.
The next morning, I was woken up by Meredith yelling at my front door, demanding that I put the lights back up. She looked disheveled, nothing like her usual put-together self. Apparently, without the lights, raccoons had invaded her garden and destroyed her precious plants and flowers. As she sobbed, I couldn’t help but smirk and remind her that I had warned her about the purpose those lights served.
Despite her tears and pleas, I chose not to help her. I had done nothing wrong. Over the next few weeks, Meredith spent a great deal of time and money trying to restore her garden while Lily and I put our solar lights back up. Karma had its way of evening things out. Meredith wanted those lights gone, and she got exactly what she asked for, just a bit more.
This experience taught me that sometimes, life has a way of teaching us lessons. While I may have thought karma was never on my side, it turns out it was watching all along. Lily and I continue to enjoy our special spot in the garden, with our solar lights twinkling brightly around us. And as for Meredith? Well, let’s just say she learned the value of neighbors and a little bit of fairy magic.
