My Son Turned My Bedroom Into A Game Room Until The Sheriff Arrived With The Real Owner

There was a racing car poster on the wall where my husband’s photograph had hung for thirty years. There was a miniature refrigerator in the corner. There was a desk with multiple screens. There was everything a child could want except respect for what used to be there.

My things were not in the closet. They were not in the hallway organized neatly.continue reading …