-Andrew-
I’ve been given an apartment that is basically a closet. It is not two bedrooms. It’s not even one bedroom. It’s what they called a ‘studio’, but Mom finally agreed to let me keep books, so there’s that.
“I know it’s not big, but you don’t need much,” Mom says as she waves her arm around. “It’s this or you stay upstairs with us.”
I shake my head, knowing that was her plan. “It’s fine. I’ll take it. Do I at least have a bathroom?”
Mom opens a door and shows me the smallest bathroom I think I’ve ever seen. I offer her a smile, unwilling to let her know that I’m unhappy with the selection. She did this to try to keep me upstairs with everyone.
“That door goes to an old staircase that goes onto the roof. You will NOT go onto the roof. You don’t have a kitchen. You are
