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Chapter 1: The Morning She Stopped Asking

"Oh, please, he'll survive five minutes," My Neighbor Said After Months of Using My Driveway Without Asking — Her Guest's Car Was Blocking Mine as I Tried to Get My Son to the ER

"I'm not asking my guests to leave just because your son feels sick."

My neighbor said that while one of her guests' cars was blocking me in my own driveway.

This had been going on for months.

At first, she'd ask.

"Can I leave my car here for five minutes?"

Then she stopped asking.

I'd come home from work and find her car in my driveway.

When I confronted her, she'd just shrug.

"You have plenty of room.

Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"

Soon, it wasn't only her car.

Her sister parked there.

Her friends parked there…

Once, I came home carrying four bags of groceries and had to park down the street because a woman I'd never even met had left her SUV in my driveway.

Every time I complained, my neighbor acted like I was some bitter woman guarding an empty piece of concrete.

Then last Saturday, she had friends over.

That afternoon, my 12-year-old son suddenly came downstairs and told me his heart was racing.

I had him sit down, but it wasn't slowing down.

He started feeling dizzy.

I called his doctor, described what was happening, and was told to bring him in immediately.

I grabbed my keys, helped my son outside, and pulled open the garage.

I couldn't move my car.

A black SUV was parked directly across my driveway.

I knew immediately where the owner was.

I hurried next door and knocked until my neighbor opened the door.

"Whose black SUV is that?

I need it moved right now."

She glanced outside.

"Why?"

"My son's heart is racing.

His doctor told me to take him to the ER."

She looked back toward the people seated in her living room.

Then she turned to me.

"I'm not asking my guests to leave just because your son feels sick."

I stared at her.

"I'm not asking anyone to leave.

I'm asking them to move their car."

She rolled her eyes and called over her shoulder:

"Does anyone have the black SUV?"

For a few seconds, nobody answered.

Then a woman at the back of the room slowly stood up.

But instead of reaching for her keys, she looked straight at my neighbor.

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