Silent Mode
Language: en
We moved into our new home when my daughter, Lily, was just a year old. The woman downstairs, Mrs. Gable, warned me on the very first day. She had a nervous condition, she said, and I’d better keep my child in line. For five years, I covered our floors in soundproofing mats and lived our lives in silent mode. But every day, she’d take to the building’s group chat to tear me down, claiming my daughter’s noise was giving her a heart attack. The week I took Lily to visit my mother, she escalated, tagging everyone in the chat: “Listen to that! It’s her apartment again!! The crying is endless.…