My husband and I have always loved the quiet comfort of water. Every evening, after the noise of the day faded, we spent an hour sitting in our backyard pool, talking softly and letting the gentle ripples settle our thoughts. It wasn’t about exercise or luxury—it was our ritual, a simple way to reconnect. When a new family moved in next door, we waved politely and thought little of it. A few days later, the father approached us and asked, firmly, that we stop using the pool at night. He didn’t explain much, only that it was a problem for his family. Confused but unwilling to give up our harmless routine, we chose to ignore the request and continued as before. Continue reading…
