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

Dina spent the night watching reruns, eating chips, and occasionally tossing passive-aggressive comments over her shoulder. “You always did have too much stuff.”

“I’m packing as fast as I can,” I whispered, not trusting myself to look at her. The next morning was dull and humid.

I stood on the front steps with two suitcases and a dying peace lily that my mom had kept in the kitchen window. My eyes burned, but I didn’t let the tears fall, not in front of her. I turned back to take one last look at the only home I’d ever known.Continue reading…