When my grandfather fell ill, he needed surgery and a stress-free recovery. We hired a nurse to care for him since we couldn’t visit daily. Two months later, I decided to visit him with my mom. As we arrived at his apartment, we noticed a cruel message on his dusty car, reading, “YOU ARE A DIRTY PIG! CLEAN UP YOUR CAR OR GET OUT OF THE COMMUNITY.”
Furious, I went to the security office and reviewed the footage, discovering it was written by Briana, a neighbor known for harassing my grandpa. When I confronted her, she showed no remorse, saying, “If he can’t keep up with community standards, maybe he shouldn’t be living here.”
I decided to take matters into my own hands. I printed a screenshot of Briana vandalizing the car and posted it in the elevator, exposing her behavior. Soon, the entire building turned against her.
Visiting Grandpa later, I overheard gossip about Briana’s disgraceful actions. Grandpa, unaware of my involvement, remarked how justice was served. Sometimes, fighting fire with fire is necessary.
