My Family Took My Car And Demanded Five Thousand Eight Hundred Dollars

that could make this make sense.

There wasn’t.

My family was at the dinner table eating casserole when I walked through the door. The normalcy was genuinely surreal. My belongings from the car had been dumped on my bed, some of them broken in the process. My mother looked up and said I was finally home and that there was food in the fridge if I was hungry.continue reading …