My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

wasn’t just clothes. It was my skincare, the expensive face cream I used sparingly because it cost too much. I’d find the jar open, fingerprints in it. It was my meal-prepped lunches, carefully portioned containers I’d stacked in the fridge. I’d open the fridge in the morning and see one missing.

“Did you eat my lunch?” I asked once, incredulous.

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