“Sweetheart, meet the new owner of your apartment,” my mom barged in with my sister’s two suitcases and pointed straight at my bedroom: “This room is Grace’s from now on—throw all your stuff out before the movers get here!” My dad nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world, a jacket got thrown in my face, and the whole family looked at me like I was the freeloader… right then, I just smiled and said one very soft sentence.
The first thing my mom noticed in my apartment wasn’t the view of the Chicago River, or the clean hardwood…