They made us sleep on the floor with my children… Three days later, my mother called me 98 times begging for forgiveness.

us.”

“Vanessa came with four people,” she replied. “You only came with two children.”

“My children are not luggage.”

My father sat in his armchair, staring at the television. When I spoke, he turned the volume up. He always disappeared into noise when my mother hurt me.

“Don’t start your drama,” my mother said. “You should be grateful I invited you.”

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