They Said My House Was No Longer Mine—I Let Them Believe It

the hallway ticked with slow, patient confidence. And underneath it all, if you listened carefully, you could hear the waves.

I remember thinking, I could fall asleep to this every night.

I remember thinking, I don’t feel like I’m in the way.

At their house, no one sighed when I asked for help. No one rolled their eyes when I forgot something. No one continue reading …