Princess Lilibet doesn’t know much about her parents’ past. Born in the US after Prince Harry and Meghan Markle moved to Montecito, California, her life has been very different from her father’s. Lilibet celebrated her first birthday in the UK, which led to a lot of gossip.
Her royal aunt and uncle, Prince William and Kate Middleton, along with her cousins, Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis, did not attend her birthday party. The late Queen Elizabeth was there, but she reportedly refused to take a picture with Lilibet.
People quickly noticed that William and Kate were not at Lilibet’s birthday party. Despite the strained relationship between the Waleses and Sussexes, one of Meghan’s friends publicly mocked Kate, refusing to believe this was the reason for their absence.
On June 4, 2021, Harry and Meghan shared the happy news that their daughter, Lilibet, was born. She is their second child after their son, Archie, was born in 2019.
A spokesperson for the couple said, “It is with great joy that Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, The Duke and Duchess of Sussex, welcome their daughter, Lilibet ‘Lili’ Diana Mountbatten-Windsor, to the world.”
The Royal Family, including Prince William and Kate Middleton, congratulated Harry and Meghan on Lilibet’s birth. However, the relationship between the two families has since grown colder.
Lilibet was born in the US after her parents had left the Royal Family, allowing her to grow up away from the paparazzi that followed Harry and Meghan. This gave Lilibet a calmer, more private start in life.
Since the Sussexes live in the US, it took some time for Lilibet’s UK family to meet her. Finally, during Queen Elizabeth’s Platinum Jubilee Celebration in 2022, Lilibet met her great-grandmother. On June 4, 2022, Lilibet celebrated her first birthday at Frogmore Cottage, their UK home at the time.
Meghan and Harry hosted a backyard picnic for their daughter Lilibet’s birthday at Frogmore Cottage. Their friend, Misan Harriman, shared a lovely photo of Lilibet celebrating her big day. This picture is one of the few the public has seen of her.
This picnic was special because it was the first time Lilibet met her great-grandmother, Queen Elizabeth, and her grandfather, then-Prince Charles. Even though this was an important family moment, no photos were made public. According to The Sun, Queen Elizabeth did not allow Harry and Meghan to have a photographer present during the introduction.
An insider told The Sun, “Harry and Meghan wanted their photographer to capture the moment Lilibet met the Queen, but they were told no chance. It was a private family meeting.”
Royal expert Camilla Tominey mentioned that the Queen didn’t want to take a photo because she had a bloodshot eye and did not want such a photo to be made public. Tominey also said that Harry hoped to get a picture of Lilibet and the Queen sometime in the future.
However, new reports suggest a different reason for the Queen’s decision. Royal expert Phil Dampier said that the Queen didn’t trust Harry and Meghan at the time because they had recently done an interview with Oprah Winfrey. This made her avoid taking a picture with her great-granddaughter.
“Even though the Queen wasn’t in the best health, she was still very sharp,” Dampier told The Sun. “She knew that any photo taken of her with Lilibet could be used in the wrong way. She wasn’t happy that the name Lilibet was chosen without her input and firmly said ‘no photographs’.”
Reports say that only Zara Tindall and Peter Phillips’ children attended the party. Prince William, Princess Kate, and their kids did not attend. There was a lot of tension then, and it hasn’t gotten much better.
Prince William and Kate Middleton said they had other commitments on the day of Lilibet’s birthday party, which is why they couldn’t attend. However, royal expert Christopher Andersen told Us Weekly that William and Kate made “no effort” to introduce their children, George, Charlotte, and Louis, to Lilibet during Harry and Meghan’s UK visit.
After William and Kate declined the invite to Lilibet’s 1st birthday picnic at Frogmore Cottage, one of Meghan’s friends was quite annoyed.
Garcelle Beauvais, a star on the show The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, told E! that it was “shady” for William and Kate to skip the party.
“What’s going on is, ‘What a coincidence, we’re out of town; I’m washing my hair.’ There’s a little shade there,” Beauvais told E!.
“They couldn’t delay their flight a few hours to meet Lilibet and Archie?”
Family feuds are never pleasant, and they get even more complicated when children are involved.
The ongoing “battle of the brothers” and Harry and Meghan’s move to the US means Harry hasn’t seen his nephews and niece for quite some time. According to royal biographer Tom Quinn, Harry is very upset about this.
“Harry is very sad not just because he doesn’t have a relationship with George, Charlotte, and Louis, but also because his own children don’t get to know their cousins,” Quinn told the Mirror.
“Harry and Meghan wish they could fix this. They want the cousins to meet regularly and have a good relationship as they grow up, but they don’t see how to do it while they are estranged. Harry has said he hopes the cousins can at least be friends when they are adults.”
On Tuesday, June 4, 2024, Lilibet celebrated her 3rd birthday. Her first birthday was celebrated in the UK. Her second birthday was a big, celebrity-filled party in California, but this year the celebration was low-key.
According to People Magazine, Lilibet’s birthday celebrations started with a “pre-birthday bash.” Over the weekend, Harry, Meghan, and their children had a party at their home in Montecito. The guests were close friends, family, and some of Lilibet’s friends.
Harry and Meghan prefer to keep their children out of the public eye and rarely share information or photos of Archie and Lilibet. Both kids did appear in their Netflix series released in December 2022, where fans noticed that Archie spoke with an American accent.
Recently, Harry and Meghan went on a three-day trip to Nigeria to promote the Invictus Games. While visiting a school in Abuja, Meghan mentioned that Lilibet’s favorite class was “singing and dancing,” likely because she enjoys all the jumping around.
Meghan also shared a sweet moment about her daughter. She told the students that Lilibet, who is about to turn three, once looked at her and said, “Mama, I see me in you.” Meghan explained that while Lilibet meant it literally, she took it to mean something deeper, seeing herself in her daughter and in everyone around her.
Although Harry and Meghan have kept Archie and Lilibet out of the spotlight so far, that might change in the future.
Royal expert Tom Quinn says that Harry and Meghan are thinking about bringing their children with them on future trips abroad.
“Meghan knows how good this will look,” Quinn told the Mirror. “A charming royal couple with their charming children will get the kind of publicity Harry and Meghan want, especially since they are aiming to be successful entrepreneurs.”
Quinn also mentioned, “While Harry and Meghan are becoming more prominent, Kate and William seem to be struggling, and Harry and Meghan are aware of this.”
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My Neighbor Doused My Car With Water In Freezing Weather – He Regretted It That Same Night
When my wealthy neighbor deemed my cherished old sedan an “eyesore,” he took matters into his own hands and froze my car solid overnight. But that same night, karma taught him a harsh lesson.
I never thought I’d end up in a neighborhood where every driveway sports at least one shiny German import and landscapers show up like clockwork every Thursday morning.
Houses in a nice neighborhood | Source: Midjourney
But here I was, thanks to my company’s corporate housing program, feeling like the poster child for imposter syndrome with my dad’s beat-up 1989 sedan.
That car was everything to me. Every ding and scratch told a story, like the small dent in the rear bumper from when Dad taught me to parallel park, or the tiny crack in the dashboard where he used to tap his fingers along to Johnny Cash.
After Dad passed, keeping that car running became my way of keeping his memory alive.
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I was out there one crisp fall morning, giving the old girl her weekly wash, when I heard the crunch of expensive shoes on fallen leaves.
“Excuse me, miss” The voice dripped with the kind of entitled condescension you can only perfect through years of country club memberships.
I turned around, soap suds dripping from my hands, to find my neighbor Tom, looking like he’d just stepped out of a catalog for overpriced golf wear. His perfectly styled hair didn’t move an inch in the morning breeze.
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“You can call me Lila.” I kept scrubbing at a particularly stubborn bird dropping.
“Right.” His jaw tightened slightly. “Look, I need to talk to you about this…” He gestured at my car with obvious distaste, his signet ring catching the morning light. “This vehicle situation.”
I straightened up, crossing my arms. “Vehicle situation?”
“It’s an eyesore.” He didn’t even try to soften the blow.
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“People move to this neighborhood for a certain… aesthetic and quality of life. And your car, well, it’s destroying property values. Not to mention the environmental impact — do you have any idea what kind of pollutants that ancient engine is spewing? My children play outside!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The sound echoed off the perfectly maintained facades of our matching houses.
“Your kids play outside? Since when? The only time I see them is when they’re being shuttled between your house and your massive SUV. Which, by the way, probably burns more fuel in a week than my car does in a month.”
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His face reddened, the color creeping up from his starched collar. “That’s not the point. The point is that you need to get rid of this junk heap. It doesn’t belong here, and frankly—” he lowered his voice conspiratorially, “—neither do you.”
“Oh, really?” I cocked my head, feeling my father’s stubborn streak rising in me. The same stubbornness that had helped him build his auto repair shop from nothing. “Are you offering to buy me a new car?”
“Of course not, but if you don’t get rid of it within a week,” he said, jaw clenched, “I’ll make sure you have to replace it. This isn’t the kind of neighborhood where we tolerate… diminishing standards.”
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I waved my soapy sponge at him, sending a spray of bubbles his way. He jumped back like I’d thrown acid. “Was that a threat, Tom? Because it sounded an awful lot like a threat.”
He turned on his heel and stalked away, leaving me wondering what kind of person actually talks like that in real life.
I finished washing my old car and went inside. I didn’t think much about the conversation until a week later when I found out exactly what kind of person Tom was.
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The morning air bit at my face as I stepped outside, travel mug of coffee in hand, ready for work. The sunrise was painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, but I stopped dead in my tracks, nearly dropping my coffee.
My car was completely encased in ice; thick, clear ice that looked nothing like natural frost.
It was as if someone had spent hours spraying it with a hose in the freezing night air.
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The morning light refracted through the frozen shell, creating tiny rainbows that would have been beautiful if they weren’t so infuriating.
“Careful,” came Tom’s voice from his porch next door. He was lounging in an Adirondack chair, sipping his morning coffee with a smile that made me want to throw something. His breath made little clouds in the cold air. “Looks like it’s raining every night! Hope you’ve got a good scraper.”
I stormed over to his porch, my boots leaving angry prints on his perfect lawn. “Are you serious right now? This is how you handle things? What are you, twelve?”
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“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” His smug smile never wavered. “Mother Nature can be so unpredictable. Especially in this neighborhood.”
“Mother Nature doesn’t target single cars, Tom.” My hands were shaking with anger. “This is harassment. And pretty childish harassment at that.”
“Prove it.” He took another sip of coffee, the steam curling around his face like a villain’s smokescreen. “Or better yet, take the hint and get rid of that heap, or move. I’m sure there’s a nice apartment complex somewhere that would be more… suitable for your situation.”
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I spent the next three hours chipping away at the ice, my hands going numb despite my gloves. The whole time, I plotted elaborate revenge scenarios, each more ridiculous than the last.
But Dad’s voice echoed in my memory: “The best revenge is living well, kiddo. And keeping your hands clean means you never have to look over your shoulder.”
That night, a strange whooshing sound jolted me awake. At first, I thought it was just the wind, but there was something different about it, something almost musical… like water.
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I rushed to my window, half-expecting to catch Tom creating another ice sculpture out of my car. Instead, I burst out laughing.
A fire hydrant at the edge of Tom’s property had exploded, sending a powerful jet of water directly at his house. In the freezing night air, the water was turning to ice on contact, slowly encasing his perfect home and his precious German SUV in a thick crystal shell.
The streetlights caught each frozen droplet, turning his property into a bizarre winter wonderland.
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By morning, half the neighborhood had gathered to gawk at the spectacle. Some were taking photos with their phones, others whispering behind their hands.
Tom stood in his driveway, attacking the ice with a tiny garden shovel, looking absolutely miserable in his designer winter coat. His perfectly styled hair was finally out of place, plastered to his forehead with sweat despite the cold.
I watched him struggle for a few minutes before sighing heavily. Dad would’ve known what to do.
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He always said that kindness costs nothing but means everything. I grabbed my heavy-duty ice scraper and walked over.
“Want some help?” I asked, trying not to sound too amused. “I’ve got some experience with this sort of thing.”
Tom looked up, surprised and suspicious. His face was red from exertion, his breath coming in short puffs. “Why would you help me? After everything?”
I shrugged and started scraping. “Guess I’m just a better neighbor than you.”
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We worked in silence for hours, gradually freeing his car and clearing a path to his front door. By the time we finished, the sun was setting, and we were both exhausted.
The next morning, there was a knock at my door. Tom stood there, shifting his weight from foot to foot, making his expensive shoes creak.
“I owe you an apology,” he said. “I was a jerk. You didn’t have to help me yesterday, but you did.” He thrust an envelope at me. “This is to thank you… and to make amends.”
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Inside was $5,000 in hundred-dollar bills. I stared at it, then at him, the paper crisp between my fingers.
“It’s for your car,” he explained quickly. “Get it fixed up — or get a new one if you’d prefer. Consider it a peace offering. And… I’m sorry about what I said. About you not belonging here.”
I looked at the money, then at my dad’s old sedan sitting in the driveway.
“Thanks, Tom,” I said, tucking the envelope into my pocket. “I think I know exactly what I’m going to do with this.”
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A week later, my old sedan was sporting a fresh coat of paint, new tires, and a completely rebuilt engine. It stood out even more now as a perfectly restored classic in a sea of modern luxury vehicles.
Every time I caught Tom looking at it, I made sure to rev the engine extra loud. Sometimes he’d even give me a grudging nod of appreciation.
Sometimes the best revenge isn’t revenge at all.
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Dad always said that class isn’t about what you own — it’s about how you treat people, even the ones who don’t deserve it.
Here’s another story: When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
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