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

It looked like someone had taken the sky and painted it on every wall. My wooden bed was gone. My dresser was gone. The framed wedding photo of Grace and me, taken in 1985 when we were still young enough to believe forever was a real thing, was gone.

The room was filled with toys, gaming consoles, beanbags, and cartoon light strips that blinked slowly.continue reading …