I didn’t take the house from Alina.
I didn’t twist his arm or steal anything.
I simply refused to let my mother be erased.
Now Dad barely speaks to me unless it’s to guilt-trip or criticize. He says he no longer recognizes the daughter he raised. But maybe I no longer recognize the father who put a stranger’s comfort above his own child’s rights.
So here I am, wondering: Was I wrong for claiming what legally belonged to me… even if it meant shattering the illusion of his “happy” marriage?
