After high school, I moved out, and despite the constant demands for money from my mother and sisters, I remained distant. When I demanded to know my biological father’s name, my mother finally gave it to me. I tracked him down, only to learn that he had tried to reach out but was misled by my mother. Rick, my biological father, welcomed me with open arms and introduced me to his family.

He gave me a house to make up for the years we lost. I moved in, finally experiencing what it was like to be truly cared for.Then, one day, my mother and Kira showed up at my house, claiming they had nowhere to stay. I refused to let them live there, and after a confrontation, I called the police. That was the last time I saw them. I changed the locks and blocked their numbers, feeling free for the first time in my life.