When Lucy came home in tears after a week of babysitting, I felt an anger I hadn’t experienced in a long time. Our smug neighbor, Mrs. Carpenter, had refused to pay Lucy, brushing it off as a “life lesson.” Determined to make things right, I devised a plan to ensure Mrs. Carpenter learned a lesson of her own.Lucy stumbled through the front door, her face streaked with tears. The sight of her crying, something she rarely did, instantly set off alarms. My usually composed daughter looked utterly defeated, and my heart sank.“Lucy?” I rushed over, placing my hands on her trembling shoulders. “What happened?”At first, she couldn’t speak, just shook her head, wiping away her tears. I guided her to the couch, giving her time to gather herself. Finally, her voice came out in a shaky whisper. “Mom… she wouldn’t pay me.”“Who wouldn’t pay you?” I asked, already sensing where this was going.“Mrs. Carpenter,” Lucy’s voice cracked, fresh tears welling up. “She said it was a ‘life lesson’—that I should have gotten it in writing. And she didn’t pay me a dime.”My blood boiled. “She said that?”Lucy nodded. “She told me babysitting should teach me hard work, and that was payment enough. Then she slammed the door in my face.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So, she didn’t give you anything for all that work?”“No,” Lucy whispered, staring at her handsThe more she talked, the angrier I became. Lucy had been there every day, on time, caring for Mrs. Carpenter’s unruly kids. They’d thrown toys at her, ignored her attempts to get them to do their summer reading, and now, their mother had the audacity to refuse to pay her?I pulled Lucy into a hug. “How much did she owe you?”“Four hours a day for five days… $220,” she said softly. “I was saving for that art course I wanted.”Without hesitation, I grabbed my purse and handed Lucy the full amount. “Here, sweetheart. You earned this.”Lucy’s eyes widened. “Mom, you don’t have to—”“Yes, I do,” I insisted. “You worked hard, and what Mrs. Carpenter did was wrong.”“But she’s the one who owes me, not you,” Lucy protested.“Don’t worry about it. I’m going to have a little chat with Mrs. Carpenter,” I said with a determined smile.

“I’ll handle it.”Lucy gave me a hesitant nod and went to watch TV while I fumed silently in the kitchen. Mrs. Carpenter and I had never been close, but we’d always been polite neighbors. However, this went beyond a simple neighborly dispute. She had cheated my daughter, and I wasn’t about to let it slide.I couldn’t just march over there and demand the money—that wouldn’t work on someone like Mrs.