My Parents Arrived With Suitcases Like My Apartment Was Already Theirs

with my name typed into it.

Occupancy acknowledgment.

Temporary family residence.

No rent stated.

No end date.

Prepared three weeks earlier.

They had planned this.

Not in the emotional, fuzzy sense.

On paper.

Dad had intended to bring me upstairs, sit at my dining table, and slide that across to me like I was too tired or too dutiful to read the trap.

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