When I Was Rich
4 min readMar 27, 2021
When I was thirteen nearing my fourteenth year I moved into my grandparents’ home. I’ve heard others recount my past and use the phrase, “she had to live with her grandparents” to describe my “situation”. When hearing another narrator tell my story, I hold my place and strive to control my naturally sardonic brow and sassy eye-roll behind a carefully cultivated mask of benevolent understanding. I attempt to gently correct the narrative explaining that I had…
