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When Evelyn and her 10-year-old son, Max, moved into their new home, it felt like a fresh start—a quaint little neighborhood, a home adapted for Max’s wheelchair, and the promise of a tight-knit community. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was perfect for them, offering the kind of stability Evelyn had always dreamed of. Max had been through so much already, diagnosed with cerebral palsy at birth, navigating life with resilience and a bright, unbreakable spirit that inspired everyone around him. His laughter could light up a room, his curiosity boundless, despite the physical limitations life had handed him. Evelyn worked tirelessly to provide for him, ensuring he had every possible opportunity to live a fulfilling, happy life. She believed in kindness, in community, in the idea that people could come together to support one another. But what she didn’t know was that their new neighborhood was ruled by an HOA president whose sense of entitlement knew no limits. Diane Parker, a woman in her late 50s with a permanent scowl and a self-imposed iron grip on the community, took one look at Evelyn and Max and decided they weren’t "her kind of people." To Diane, image was everything, and anything that disrupted her picture-perfect suburban utopia was unacceptable. The first time Evelyn met Diane was at the mailbox. Diane’s eyes darted to Max’s wheelchair ramp, and Evelyn could already see the judgment brewing. “That’s quite the… addition,” Diane remarked, her voice laced with disapproval. “Did you get HOA approval for that?” Evelyn, taken aback, smiled politely. “It was necessary for Max,” she replied, gesturing to her son, who was busy reading the labels on their mail with his usual excitement. “He needs accessibility.” Diane gave a tight-lipped smile, her gaze lingering on the ramp like it was some sort of offensive graffiti. “Well, we have guidelines here, dear,” she said with a condescending chuckle. “We’ll have to review this.” Evelyn’s stomach sank. She had heard of nightmare HOAs before, but surely this woman wouldn’t make a problem out of something so essential. Surely, people weren’t that cruel. But she underestimated Diane’s pettiness. Over the next week, small annoyances started cropping up—HOA notices about "non-compliance," a letter about “maintaining uniform aesthetics,” and even a complaint about the van Evelyn used to transport Max, stating that it “violated parking standards.” It became clear that this wasn’t a coincidence. Diane had made them her personal project. The final straw came when Evelyn received a formal HOA violation notice demanding that she “remove the unsightly wheelchair ramp to preserve the integrity of the neighborhood.” Unsightly. That was the word they used. The word that made her blood boil. That ramp was Max’s independence, his freedom, his access to the world. And now, this woman was trying to take it away. Max, blissfully unaware of the brewing storm, continued living his life with his usual enthusiasm, making friends with neighbors, smiling at everyone he met. But Evelyn knew—this was just the beginning. And she had no idea how far Diane was willing to go to enforce her twisted sense of control.
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