Three days after moving into our dream home, our neighbors called the authorities over our kids playing—six months later, my son was afraid to laugh in his own backyard

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I didn’t answer him.

Because saying it out loud would make it real.

“You barely let the kids outside anymore.”

“You know this isn’t normal, right?” he said gently. “We bought this house for them. For the yard. For all of this.”

“I know.”

“So why are we living like we’re the problem?”

I stared at my hands.

I didn’t have an answer.

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