I thought I was giving my parents a nice Easter surprise with flowers and chocolate. But when I got there, I found out they were living in the garage—my sister Cassandra had taken over their house. My mom always told me on the phone that everything was okay, and I believed her. But when I showed up without warning, the house didn’t feel like theirs anymore—it felt cold and empty. Then I heard Cassandra’s voice coming from inside. She was laughing with her boyfriend like they owned the house. I found my parents out in the garage—my dad was fixing something, and my mom was wearing a coat, trying to stay warm.
They were using a camping stove and sitting on folding chairs. They told me it was “just for now,” but I knew that wasn’t true. That same night, I took them to a warm hotel. Then I started taking action.