22 August 2026

My mother changed the locks on the house I had just purchased and said flatly, “Get out…

They truly believed they could rewrite reality if they spoke loudly enough.

My stomach tightened—not with fear, but with something colder:

Clarity.

Because I wasn’t dealing with a misunderstanding.

I was dealing with a plan.

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