I never told my mother that her “retirement fund” lived on was actually my salary, transferred every month. She mocked me as a workaholic and praised my unemployed sister for “knowing how to enjoy life.” After a brutal car crash, I lay helpless in the ER and begged them to watch my six-week-old baby. My mother snapped, “Don’t ruin my mood. Your sister never causes this kind of trouble,” then hung up to board a Caribbean cruise. A week later, they came home broke—only to realize they were homeless.

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Mr. Henderson?” I said. My voice was stronger now. “This is Elena Vance. Regarding the lease at 405 Oak Street.”
“Ms. Vance, hello,” the landlord said cheerfully. “Everything alright? I received the check for this month.”
“Yes,” I said. “But I’m calling to give notice. There will not be a payment next month. Or any month after that. The tenant… the tenant is in default.”
“Oh,” Henderson sounded confused. “But your mother lives there.”

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