Meredith had lived in her house for 40 years. Her late husband, James, had built it with his own hands. Every detail of the house was filled with memories of their life together.

The wooden beams in the ceiling, the handcrafted cabinets in the kitchen, and the cozy fireplace in the living room all bore his mark. They had lived peacefully for most of those years, enjoying friendly neighbors, quiet streets, and lovely local shops.

However a few years ago, everything changed when the Schneiders moved in next door with their two boys, Tom and Derek. Mr. and Mrs. Schneider allowed their sons to do literally anything they wanted. Meredith had never seen anyone scold them, not even once.

When they first moved in, Tom was 10, and Derek was 8. Even then, they were always causing trouble—playing loud games, leaving their toys in her yard, and being generally disruptive. Now, as teenagers, their antics had become a nightmare for Meredith.

On the night that changed everything, she was lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling. The clock showed 2 a.m., and the sounds of screams and loud music from the Schneiders’ house filled the air. Mr. and Mrs. Schneider had gone away for the weekend, leaving Tom and Derek alone.

They had seized the opportunity to throw a wild party. Meredith tried to cover her ears with her pillow, but it was no use. The noise was unbearable.

She had tried to be a good neighbor, always hoping the boys would grow out of their mischief. But her patience had run out.

Meredith sighed deeply and got out of bed. She slipped into her robe and slippers, determined to put an end to the chaos. She walked across her yard and up to the Schneiders’ front door.

The loud music and shouting seemed to vibrate through the walls. She knocked hard on the door, but the sound was swallowed by the blaring music. Frustrated, she opened the door and stepped inside.

The scene before her was chaotic. Teenagers were everywhere, yelling and laughing. The music was deafening, and snacks were scattered all over the floor.

Some kids were dancing on the furniture, and others were throwing food at each other. Meredith felt a surge of anger and determination. She scanned the room and spotted a karaoke microphone on the table. She grabbed it and took a deep breath.

“You have ten minutes to disperse, or I’m calling the police!” Meredith shouted into the microphone, her voice echoing through the room. The teenagers glanced at her but didn’t move, continuing to talk and laugh as if she wasn’t there.

Frustrated, she walked over to the speaker and yanked the plug from the wall. The music stopped abruptly, and a chorus of “Hey!” erupted from various parts of the house.

Tom stormed over to her, his face red with anger. “Old lady, have you lost your mind? Can’t you see we’re having a party?!”

Meredith stood her ground. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that, young man! Everybody has ten minutes to leave, or I’m calling the police!”

Tom sneered at her. “I’ll call the police on you for trespassing!”

Meredith’s eyes narrowed. “Ten. Minutes.”

Tom stepped closer, his voice dripping with defiance. “And I give you ten seconds to get out of our house!”

“How dare you speak to your elders like that?!” Meredith said, her voice shaking with anger.

“Leave, or I’ll have to throw you out,” Tom threatened, his tone menacing.

Meredith dropped the karaoke microphone on the floor and walked out of the house. Behind her, she heard cheers and praises for Tom, the teenagers celebrating their defiance.

Ignoring them, she marched back to her house. As soon as she stepped through her front door, she picked up the phone and dialed the police.

“There’s a loud, disruptive party at 23 Oak Street. It needs to stop,” she reported, her voice steady despite her anger.

In less than ten minutes, the police arrived. Meredith stood outside, watching as the officers approached the Schneider house. The teenagers began to scatter in all directions, their carefree laughter replaced by hurried whispers and anxious looks.

The police spoke with Tom and Derek, issuing them a fine for the noise disturbance. As the officers left, Derek noticed Meredith standing nearby. He glared at her, his face twisted with anger. “You’ll regret this, old hag!” he shouted.

Meredith didn’t flinch. She simply waved at them and went back inside, shaking her head. She couldn’t understand how parents could neglect their children’s upbringing so much that they didn’t teach them basic respect for others. It baffled her that the Schneiders let their boys run wild without any consequences.

Meredith returned to her bedroom, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had stood up for herself, and now, hopefully, she would have some peace. She lay down, the quiet of the night settling around her. Finally, she drifted off to sleep, her heart a little lighter.

The next morning, Meredith woke up in a surprisingly good mood. She believed that after calling the police on the Schneider boys, they would finally stop causing trouble. She hummed a little tune as she went down to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee.

The aroma filled the air, bringing back memories of mornings spent with her husband. Meredith decided to drink her coffee in their garden, as she used to do with James.

The garden was their shared hobby, and they had spent countless hours working on it together. Even after his death, Meredith felt his presence whenever she went into the garden.

She took her cup and stepped outside, expecting to find peace among the flowers and trees. But as soon as she saw the garden, she gasped and dropped her cup. It shattered on the ground, the sound echoing in the silence.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked around in horror. Her beautiful garden was destroyed. Every flower and tree had been uprooted, their roots damaged.

The stone path was broken, all the garden figurines were smashed, and the swing her husband had built was also broken. On the fence, a large graffiti depicted Meredith as a devil.

Meredith was sure that Tom and Derek were behind this, and she wasn’t going to let it go. Fury surged through her as she marched over to the Schneiders’ house. She saw their car in the driveway and knew they had returned.

Without hesitation, she approached the door and knocked loudly. After a moment, Mrs. Schneider opened the door, looking surprised.

“Hello, Meredith. How are you?” Mrs. Schneider asked with a forced smile.

“How am I? Your kids destroyed the garden my husband and I built our whole lives! How do you think I am?” Meredith shouted, her face red with anger.

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad,” Mrs. Schneider said, rolling her eyes.

“Are you kidding me? They ruined everything! There’s nothing left to restore!” Meredith’s voice trembled with frustration.

“They’re just kids, Meredith. They’re going through a rebellious phase.”

“Just kids? They’re not just kids! They’re completely undisciplined, selfish, and mean!” Meredith’s hands clenched into fists.

“Don’t you dare talk about my sons like that! And you don’t even know if it was them. You have no proof,” Mrs. Schneider retorted, her eyes narrowing.

Meredith opened her mouth to respond, but Mrs. Schneider slammed the door in her face.

Meredith couldn’t believe the audacity. Mrs. Schneider didn’t even apologize. Meredith returned to her garden, her heart heavy with sadness.

She looked around at the destruction, feeling the weight of her helplessness. She really had no proof that Tom and Derek did it, so the police wouldn’t believe her.

Then, a spark of hope ignited in her mind. She remembered the small camera hidden among the plants. Her late husband had installed it a few years ago to keep an eye on the garden and make sure animals didn’t eat their crops.

She hurried over to the spot where the camera was hidden. If the camera had captured the boys in the act, she would have the proof she needed.

Meredith took the camera inside and connected it to her computer. She anxiously waited for the video to load, hoping it had captured what she needed. When the footage finally appeared on the screen, she watched intently.

There, clear as day, were Tom and Derek, tearing up her garden. They laughed as they pulled out flowers, smashed figurines, and spray-painted the fence. She quickly saved the recordings onto a flash drive and headed to the police station.

When she arrived, she explained the situation to the officer on duty and handed over the evidence. The officer reviewed the footage, nodding as he watched. “This is clear evidence,” he said. “We’ll open a case against Tom and Derek.”

Meredith nodded, feeling a small sense of justice. She decided to sue them for the damage. A few weeks later, the court date arrived. Meredith sat in the courtroom, her heart pounding.

The judge reviewed the evidence and listened to both sides. In the end, the court ordered Tom and Derek to do community service. Their task was to restore Meredith’s garden, with the costs covered by their parents.

The punishment didn’t end there. The Schneiders, embarrassed and angry, severely punished their sons. They took away all their electronics and forbade them from seeing their friends.

Tom and Derek were not happy, but Meredith hoped this would be a lesson for them.

One morning, Meredith went out to her garden and watched Tom and Derek working. She noticed their awkward movements and realized they didn’t know how to do anything.

They struggled with the simplest tasks, looking frustrated and confused. Meredith sighed and decided to step in. “Boys, let me show you how it’s done,” she said, taking the shovel from Tom’s hands.

She demonstrated how to plant flowers properly, explaining each step in a calm, patient voice. “You need to dig a hole deep enough for the roots, like this,” she said, showing them the correct depth. Derek watched closely, nodding as he began to understand.

Day by day, Meredith continued to teach them, guiding them with a firm but gentle hand. Slowly, the boys started to get the hang of it. They became more confident, their movements more assured.