Once the funeral ended, they threw out my belongings, locked me out, and yelled, “This house belongs to us!”
When Dad’s illness worsened, life inside our home began to unravel in quiet, painful ways.
The home that had once overflowed with laughter, clinking dishes, and weekend chaos slowly emptied itself of joy.
The television that used to stay on late into the night became background noise no one really listened to. The kitchen smelled less like family dinners…
When Dad’s illness worsened, life inside our home began to unravel in quiet, painful ways.
The home that had once overflowed with laughter, clinking dishes, and weekend chaos slowly emptied itself of joy.
The television that used to stay on late into the night became background noise no one really listened to. The kitchen smelled less like family dinners…
