My Aunt Kicked Me Out of My Childhood Home After My Parents Died – Just as I Left Crying, a Black Limo Pulled Up

I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. “There has to be a mistake.”

“There’s no mistake,” Dina said, leaning back like she owned the place already. “It’s my house now.”

I left the office numb, replaying every memory of my parents, trying to figure out how this could have happened.

I kept hoping someone would call me and say it was a clerical error. No one did. Two days later, she came knocking.

I opened the front door in pajamas and fuzzy socks. She didn’t even bother with small talk. “You’ve got one day to pack up and get out,” she said, crossing her arms.Continue reading…