12/10/2024
I couldn't remember how it started or what caused the very first fight, but the Rogers family had been our sworn enemies ever since we moved into this house twenty years ago.
It seemed like every day brought a new reason for conflict—whether it was the placement of the fence, an offhand comment, or even the weather.
At first, it was just my dad and Mr. Rogers bickering, their raised voices echoing across the yard. My mom, ever the optimist, tried to smooth things over by baking pies for Mrs. Rogers or complimenting her garden.
But the day Mrs. Rogers trampled my mom's beloved roses, all hope for peace disappeared.
For me, though, it felt different—or at least I thought so. I had secretly become friends with their son, despite the feud between our families. I never imagined that my naivety would nearly ruin my life.
It all started when I came home from school one afternoon. As soon as I stepped onto the porch, my parents stormed toward me, yelling.😳👇
