I never thought I’d have to tear down the last thing my husband built for our kids—a treehouse. But thanks to the relentless HOA president, that’s exactly what happened. She thought she’d won, but she was in for a surprise.
I’m Willow, a mom of four. Two years ago, I lost my husband, Daniel, to a long illness. He was a wonderful father to our kids: Max (8), Oliver (6), Sophie (5), and Ella (3). His last big gift to them was a treehouse he built himself in our backyard, pouring all his strength and love into it.
Despite the effects of chemo, Daniel insisted, “This one’s got to come from Dad.” That treehouse was more than just a play structure; it was his legacy. The kids cherished it, spending hours there, feeling close to him.
Then came our HOA president, Mrs. Ramsey, clipboard in hand, ordering the treehouse be removed for violating HOA rules. “But this treehouse means everything to my kids,” I pleaded. Her response? “Rules are rules. You have 30 days.”
She began her relentless campaign, sending notices, threatening fines, and even scolding my kids for playing there. I attended HOA meetings, pleading for understanding, but the board members were too intimidated to step in.
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