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

in Okinawa, the air thick with humidity, my cammies clinging to my skin even though the sun had already set. The cicadas were screaming in the trees like they were trying to drown out whatever thoughts I was having. My phone buzzed in my hand—another notification, another automated alert. I almost ignored it. But then I saw the subject line: “Property continue reading …