I surprised my parents for Easter expecting flowers and chocolate—but instead, I found them living in the garage, kicked out by my sister, Cassandra. She’d been calling the shots under the guise of “renovations,” as her partner mocked their situation.
I rescued them that day, checked the deed—only my parents’ names were on it—and then approached Cassandra. I offered to sell the house and invest in long-term care, recording her enthusiastic agreement. A few days later, with a removal notice and police escort, I legally evicted Cassandra and her partner.
In the end, Dad handed me the deed as thanks—and our family regained its home and peace. Cass, meanwhile, is homeless and blaming us. But for my parents? They finally feel safe again.