The hurricane was 3 hours from landfall. My parents locked me out in the rain for “talking back to him at dinner.” I watched them seal the door through the window. An hour later, a black limo pulled up. My billionaire grandma stepped out. She saw me outside, looked at the house and said 1 words: “Demolish.” – News

who had been standing outside it.

The fence was blue again.

The watch kept time.

And the house, my father’s house, was still standing.

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