My garden has always been my safe place, especially after losing my husband. It’s where I find peace, spend time with my grandkids, and grow fresh fruits and vegetables for my family. My daughter Sarah even gave me an empty lot next to her house so I could create the garden of my dreams.
At first, everything was perfect — until I noticed vegetables disappearing. A missing tomato here, a vanished cucumber there. Then one morning, I found my entire garden stripped of every ripe fruit and vegetable. My heart sank. Someone had stolen it all. Sarah and I set up cameras, and the next day, the footage revealed the thief — our neighbor, Wilma.
Instead of confronting her angrily, I decided to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget. I visited Wilma’s house with a basket of fresh food and cheerfully told her, “Since you enjoy my garden so much, I thought I’d bring it straight to you!” Embarrassed, she slammed the door. Then I spread the word to other neighbors, hinting that Wilma might be struggling. Soon, everyone began bringing her meals out of kindness.
Within days, Wilma came to me, apologizing and offering to make things right. I had her and her husband help me rebuild my garden. It wasn’t just about teaching her to respect others’ hard work — it was about showing her the value of growing something with your own hands. By the end of the summer, Wilma even started her own garden. Justice was served, and peace was restored — one tomato at a time.
