My Parents Tried to Evict Me From My Own House at 6 AM

The fist against the door didn’t sound like a neighbor stopping by to borrow sugar. It was a heavy, rhythmic thud that rattled the frame and bypassed my ears to hammer directly against my ribs. It didn’t sound like a delivery. It sounded like the law.

It sounded like someone had decided I didn’t have the right to sleep in my own sanctuary anymore.

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