My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

never did.

Too expensive, my mother would say. Wasteful.

But tonight, I ordered shrimp tacos, ate them on the balcony, listened to the waves. I thought about turning my phone on, checking messages. But I didn’t, because for once I wanted to exist without someone needing something from me. No one knocking on my door with a grocery list. No one asking continue reading …