wie is het probleem: zij of de buurtkinderen? 🤔 🍿 The Perfect Neighbor | Netflix

My neighbor tried to drive me out of our neighborhood. It had been a month since we'd moved into our new house by the woods. My boys loved it—fresh air, quiet streets, trees everywhere—and I pictured them growing up there. The first day, while they played, a woman from down the street came to my door in a fit of rage. Apparently, our moving trucks were loud, our kids "squealed like mice," and we had "no shame." I snapped; she sneered; I told her to leave. That should have been the end of it, but