My Neighbor EGGED My House Because He Hated My Piano Songs — My Daughter’s Payback Was So Perfect, Even He Came Out to Apologize

Mrs. Midge came out with her old college guitar. Her husband followed with a tambourine, and soon the Thompsons brought a pair of bongo drums. Within minutes, half the neighborhood was gathered on my lawn, instruments in hand, ready to play.

Lux turned to me with a grin. “Come on, Mom. Let’s give him a concert he’ll never forget.”

I hesitated, then sat at my piano by the open window. My fingers trembled as I began to play Moon River. Slowly, the others joined in — offbeat, out of tune, but full of heart. Laughter and music filled the street.

Curtains shifted in Duval’s house. He peeked out, face pale with disbelief, as our little impromptu orchestra played on.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted in cheers. I looked around, tears in my eyes, realizing the silence that once haunted my home had been replaced by laughter, music, and warmth.

Duval’s blinds closed tight, and he never complained again.

Now, every Sunday afternoon, our street fills with music. Some play, others hum along. And when I sit at that piano, I still play for Arvid — but now, I also play for a neighborhood that reminded me kindness can always drown out cruelty.