“911. What is your emergency?”
“I need a sheriff’s deputy at 440 Pine Ridge Road,” I said, my voice surprisingly calm. “I have three trespassers refusing to leave, and they have just begun destroying my property. I am in fear for my safety.”
“Are the trespassers known to you?” the dispatcher asked.
“Yes,” I said. “They are my parents.”
“Okay, sir. We have continue reading …