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I\u2019m Edwina, and at sixty, I thought I’d seen it all. My son, Ethan, and his wife, Blythe, live just a few blocks down. I visit them for Sunday dinner, though Blythe has never made me feel welcome.<\/p>\n
One Sunday, I arrived to find their yard filled with life-sized witches that looked disturbingly like me. There was even a sign that read, “Beware of the real evil down the street!” Stunned, I took a deep breath and knocked on their door.<\/p>\n
Blythe greeted me with a smile. “Edwina, you made it! Come in, dinner’s almost ready.” I forced a smile and mentioned the decorations, but she just laughed, clearly enjoying her little joke.<\/p>\n
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Throughout dinner, I felt her glances and smirks. I wanted to call her out, but I stayed silent, not giving her the satisfaction. The next day, while in my garden, I overheard kids whispering. “That’s her,” one said, pointing at me. “The witch. Mom says she’s real mean.”<\/p>\n
My heart sank. Blythe\u2019s joke had turned the neighborhood kids against me. Over the next week, they avoided me, some even crossing the street when they saw me.<\/p>\n
Halloween, my favorite time of year, now felt bleak. I needed a plan, but I wouldn’t stoop to Blythe’s level. Instead, I decided to transform my yard into something cheerful. I decorated with big pumpkins, friendly ghosts, and a goofy scarecrow. I set up a candy station with warm cider and homemade cookies and arranged a mini pumpkin-painting table for the kids.<\/p>\n
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On Halloween night, I dressed as a fairy godmother, complete with wings and a sparkly gown. As dusk fell, I opened my front door and called out, “Come on over! I’ve got magic treats waiting for you!”<\/p>\n
A brave little girl, dressed as a princess, approached. I knelt down and offered her a sparkly wand. “You’re not a witch?” she asked. I laughed. “Nope, just a fairy godmother for the night.”<\/p>\n
Soon, more kids came over, drawn by curiosity. Laughter filled the air as they painted pumpkins and enjoyed treats. One boy, dressed as a pirate, asked if I could turn him into a real pirate. I tapped his hat with my wand and whispered, “You’re the fiercest pirate in all the seas now!”<\/p>\n
As the night continued, Blythe’s house sat quiet, with just a few stragglers. I caught sight of her on her porch, arms crossed, watching me with frustration. Our eyes met, and I gave her a small wave.<\/p>\n
As the last kids left, one little girl looked up at me and said, “This was the best Halloween ever. Thank you, fairy godmother.”<\/p>\n
I realized I didn\u2019t need to confront Blythe. I just needed to show everyone who I really was \u2014 kind and magical. Kindness really can be the best payback.<\/p>\n
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