Kicked Out, Never Broken

Synopsis

I had two houses under my name. But since I turned seventeen, I hadn't spent a single night in either of them. It was not that I couldn't afford to live there. It was that I couldn't go back. My mom lived there, along with my stepfather, Richard, and his kids, Eden and Sabrina. My mom always said, "We're all family. Let's just squeeze in together." But the one who got pushed out was me. When my relatives found out, they laughed and said, "Your mom's got it tough. Try to be generous." Try to be generous. I'd been hearing that word for six years straight. After graduating college, the first thing I did wasn't look for a job. Instead, I called a locksmith.