I Overheard My Dad Call Me a Burden So I Sold the House and Left

as a child when my parents argued in the kitchen and the walls were thin and if I held my breath I could hear exactly what was happening.

My mother’s voice came through, close and irritated. “Who was that?”

My father’s voice, clearer now, the phone apparently half out of his pocket: “Just Emma. Complaining about something in the house again.”

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