They Showed Up With 20 Suitcases and Claimed “Family Has Rights” – Until the Property Manager Checked the Names
The first thing I noticed wasn’t my parents’ SUV grinding its way up the gravel drive. It was the luggage. Twenty suitcases stood in a rigid line just outside my gate, arranged with unsettling care, like they’d been staged for effect. Hard-shell rollers reflected the afternoon sun. Overstuffed duffel bags slumped beside garment carriers. There…