I thought I was surprising my parents for Easter with flowers and chocolate—what I found instead surprised me to my core. My sister had kicked them out and made them living in the garage like homeless people.
Growing up, we were a happy family.
My sister Cassandra? She’s two years older. Loud, dramatic, always in and out of trouble. She’s sunshine. She can smile while destr0ying your life.
Anyway, this year, I decided to surprise my parents for Easter.
But when I came to this house… nothing.
I stood there, puzzled. Maybe they went out? But they never go out on Easter. I knocked. No answer.
I still had my old key, so I let myself in.
The furniture was all different. The family photos were gone too.
I stood there, heart racing. Did I go to the wrong house?
Then I heard her voice. Cassandra.
“Wait, you didn’t tell me your sister was coming.”
Then a guy laughed. “What, the golden goose? She’ll be gone by morning.”
