I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

under that roof.”

“We fed you.”

“I paid your internet for six years.”

“Parents and children do for each other.”

I pointed around the room. “I did. Then I stopped.”

Dad rubbed at his forehead. “What do you want from us?”

There it was.

Not what do you need.

What do you want.

I pulled a folder from the sideboard. Not blue this time. White.

Inside was a spreadsheet.continue reading …