My Family Said They Put My House in My Sister’s Name and Told Me to Leave Until They Saw Who Was Waiting on the Porch

circled in a catalog I kept under my mattress like a contraband document. I had been asking my parents about it since February. The answer was always some version of the same thing: money doesn’t grow on trees, Victoria. You want something, you earn it.

I earned it. I saved exactly what I needed and a little more for the bus fare and the supply list,continue reading …