but by dawn, my garden was mine again.Mr. Johnson stormed over, shouting threats, but I stayed calm. I had evidence—photos, videos, and clear boundary markers. Later, a lawyer confirmed I was fully within my rights. Days later,
Mr. Johnson returned—not to fight, but to apologize. He admitted he was wrong and offered to rebuild the garage on his own land. Slowly, our tense relationship turned civil—even cooperative. In the end, I reclaimed more than just my garden—I reclaimed my confidence. I stood my ground, and I won.