… my mother received a letter and went pale the moment she opened it. It was from our family attorney. I didn’t want to resort to this, but her actions left me with no choice. The letter was a formal notice of legal proceedings for illegal eviction and emotional distress. I knew my mother well enough to predict her reaction—she despised public scandal more than anything else.
In the days following our abrupt eviction, I moved quickly. I contacted friends, sought temporary shelter, and put plans into motion. Each step was driven by the resolve to provide Hannah with the stability she deserved. I knew that standing up to my mother would be difficult—it was a confrontation decades in the making—but Hannah’s tear-streaked face, her brave little heart, fueled my determination.
The letter was just the beginning. Behind the legal jargon and official tone, it was a declaration: I would not allow my daughter to be treated as disposable. It was also a message to myself, a commitment to building a life for Hannah and me, free of the emotional manipulation that had defined my relationship with my mother.
