My Parents Arrived With Suitcases Like My Apartment Was Already Theirs

into the room. Annoyed. Put out. Like somebody had interrupted her manicure.

Dad folded his arms.

“So this is where we are.”

I almost laughed at that, because according to them, this was always where we were. I was just the only person who’d said it out loud.

“Apparently,” I said.

Mom took two steps toward me and lowered her voice, which was her favorite continue reading …