After years of caring for my father with declining mental health, I returned from a business trip only to get kicked out of his house.
But I called the police when my neighbor mentioned the two people who were most likely involved.
I came home from my work trip exhausted but eager to see my dad. At 42, I’d spent the last few years living with and taking care of him as his mental health slowly slipped away.
Some days were better than others. He’d remember everything crystal clear, and we’d laugh about old family stories.
Other days, he’d stare at me blankly, asking where my mom was, even though she’d passed away five years ago.
But coming back on that particular Tuesday, I discovered just how vicious people could be, and it changed something fundamental in me.
I walked through our front door, my rolling suitcase squeaking against the hardwood floors. Something immediately felt off. All my things and other big suitcases, the ones I kept in the hall closet, were lined up by the door.
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