The air was heavy with tension, suffocating in its silence after my outburst. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, my heart pounding in disbelief. My family, the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally, were ganging up on me, trying to guilt me into giving up what I had worked so hard to build.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Listen,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “I love you all, and I’m thrilled for your growing family, truly. But you have to understand that this house means the world to me. It’s not just bricks and mortar; it’s my sanctuary, my achievement. Asking me to give it up is asking too much.”
Mom crossed her arms, glaring at me with disappointment. “You’re not hearing us, Camila. We’re asking you to sacrifice for the greater good of the family.”
