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

me to pick something up. No one treating me like staff.

Just peace.

I walked the beach. Had breakfast at the hotel restaurant. Got my hair done at a local salon. $85. Another splurge. The stylist made small talk.

“Special occasion?”

“Yes,” I said. “Very special.”

At 2 p.m., I finally turned my phone on. Forty-seven notifications flooded the screen at once.continue reading …