An Open Letter to the Person Who Robbed My Family

You tore off the lights my children had hung to bid welcome to the faeries who live in the forest behind our house. They worked for two whole years to make perfect the garden you tramped through. They hammered in the little fence that enclosed their very own vegetable garden. In summer you'd see tomatoes and beets and nasturtiums that they'd enter into the local harvest fair within that little gated enclosure, the one you forcibly removed from the ground to make your own. They used to like to fi...