Zora thought her day couldn’t get worse when she found her sister and her family moving into her home without asking. But just when things seemed hopeless, an unexpected knock at the door set off a perfect dose of instant karma.
Growing up, I was tight with my sister, but things shifted after she got married. What happened a few days ago is something I’ll never forget.
I’m Zora, 31, and I own a cozy three-bedroom house. It’s not grand, but it’s mine, and I’m darn proud of it.
I’ve been paying it off for ten years, working long hours to cover the mortgage.
Sure, I sometimes envy my friends in their sleek downtown lofts, but then I remember this place is all mine. No landlord hassling me, no roommates leaving messes. Just me and my space.
Now, meet my sister, Maude.
She’s 38, mom to two kids, and married to her high school love, Gabe. We were close as kids, but things changed when she started her family. I didn’t hold it against her—she was building her life, and I figured that’s what people do.
We grew apart, but I thought we were still okay. Or so I believed.
Maude and Gabe are the free-spirited type, always talking about “escaping the grind” and “living life to the max.”
It got on my nerves at family gatherings.
“Life’s too short to be chained to a desk, Zora,” Maude would say, swirling her wine. “You should travel, explore the world!”
I’d roll my eyes.
“Some of us like a steady job and a roof over our heads, Maude.”
Gabe would jump in, “Think of the adventures! The memories!”
Memories don’t pay bills, I’d think.
I tried warning them to be smarter with their money. They were always splurging on last-minute trips or shiny gadgets, even with two kids to raise.
Did they listen? Not a chance.
A few months back, they went all in. They sold their house during a market boom, planning to use the cash for a year-long “world adventure.”
I remember the call like it was yesterday.
“We did it, Zora!” Maude squealed over the phone. “We sold the house!”
“What?” I nearly spilled my coffee. “Maude, are you serious? What about the kids’ school? Your jobs?”
“We’ll homeschool them on the road. It’ll be an education itself! And we’ll find work later. This is our shot to really live!”
I tried to reason with her, genuinely worried.
“Maude, have you thought this through? Traveling with kids is pricey. What happens when the money’s gone?”
“Stop stressing, Zora,” she said, brushing me off. “We’ve got it all planned. Hostels, maybe some volunteering for food and a bed. It’ll be fine!”
It was not fine. Not even close.
At first, their social media was packed with photos from fancy hotels and upscale eateries.
“Chasing the dream!” they’d caption every post.
But within two months, those posts faded.
The last one I saw was a blurry photo of them camping in a field, captioned about “embracing simplicity.”
Then, nothing for weeks. I thought they were just caught up in their travels, clueless about what was really going on.
One day, I came home from work, drained after endless meetings and deadlines. All I wanted was to slip off my shoes, pour some wine, and watch mindless TV.
But the moment I opened my front door, something felt wrong.
There were unfamiliar shoes in the entryway, kids’ backpacks on the floor, and familiar voices from my living room.
I walked in, and there they were.
Maude, Gabe, and their two kids, unpacking bags and boxes in MY living room.
“Maude?” I said, blinking at the chaos. “What’s going on?”
“Hey, Zora!” Maude chirped. “Surprise! We’re back!”
“Back?” I echoed. “In my house?”
Gabe stepped forward, grinning like this was totally normal.
“Yeah, we cut the trip short,” he said. “Traveling with kids was tougher than we expected!”
“And Mom gave us your spare key… the one for emergencies,” Maude added. “I knew you’d be okay with us staying here a bit while we sort things out. Just a few months.”
“A few months?” I snapped. “Maude, you can’t just move into my house without asking!”
“But we’re family,” she said. “I thought you’d want to help us.”
“Help?” My face grew hot with anger. “Maude, this is my home. My space. You should’ve talked to me!”
“Now, Zora,” Gabe cut in, “let’s not get all high and mighty. Family helps family, right? You’re not even using all this space.”
I couldn’t believe their nerve. Where did this entitlement come from? Why did they think this was okay?
“You need to leave,” I said, arms crossed. “Now.”
But Maude wouldn’t budge.
Then Gabe started hinting at threats.
“Come on, Zora,” he said, stepping closer. “Don’t make this hard. We’ve got nowhere else to go.”
I was livid. Calling the police might drag their kids into it, and I didn’t want that.
I needed a plan, so I stormed to my bedroom and locked the door.
I felt like crying, overwhelmed and lost, until my phone pinged. It was a text from my old college buddy, Seth.
Hey Zora! In town for work. Drinks tonight?
Seth was always the joker in our group, known for clever schemes. If anyone could help, it was him.
I texted back quickly.
Actually, can you come over? Big problem here. Bring your prankster skills.
An hour later, the doorbell rang, and I rushed to answer before Maude or Gabe could. Standing there was Seth, dressed as a police officer.
“Seth, you’re a genius!” I whispered, eyeing his costume. “Perfect timing.”
I stepped outside, closing the door behind me.
“What’s wrong, Zora?” he asked.
“I need help getting my relatives out,” I said, still amazed by his fake uniform. “They’ve taken over my house.”
I explained the situation, and Seth agreed to help. I opened the door and called out.
“Maude, Gabe, come here, please! There’s an officer who needs to talk to us.”
They came to the hallway smiling, but their faces dropped when they saw Seth in uniform.
“Good evening,” Seth said, voice steady. “I’m Officer Daniels. We got a report of a break-in at this address. What’s happening here?”
Gabe squinted at me, then puffed up. “No break-in, officer. We’re family. It’s all good.”
“Officer, they entered my home without permission,” I said. “I never allowed them to be here.”
Seth nodded, glancing at Maude and Gabe.
“How did you get into this house?” he asked.
“We, uh, used a key,” Maude stammered. “Mom gave it to me. A spare for emergencies.”
“But they didn’t ask me,” I cut in. “So, technically, they broke in. Who knows what’s missing?”
“I see,” Seth said, scanning the room. “And when the homeowner asked you to leave, did you?”
“Now, hold on,” Gabe said, his voice shaky. “We were—”
“You need to leave this property immediately,” Seth interrupted, pulling out fake handcuffs. “Or I’ll have to consider charges for breaking and entering, plus trespassing.”
I nearly laughed watching Seth play the part so well. His words sent Maude and Gabe into a frenzy.
“We’re sorry…” Maude started. “We’ll pack up.”
They scrambled to stuff their things into bags.
“Leave now,” Seth said firmly, “and I won’t press charges. But return the key and don’t come back uninvited.”
They didn’t need to hear it twice. Seth and I watched as they grabbed their kids and bags and rushed out.
I burst out laughing once their car sped off.
“You’re a hero, Seth,” I said, shaking my head. “Coffee?”
“Absolutely!” he said, stepping inside and shutting the door.
I brewed two cups of coffee, and we sat in my now-peaceful living room.
“I can’t believe they thought they could just move in,” Seth said, shaking his head.
“I know,” I sighed. “Part of me feels bad, you know? They’re family. But I couldn’t let them walk all over me.”
“You did the right thing, Zora,” Seth said. “They can’t just mooch off you because their big plan flopped.”
“I’m so glad you texted when you did,” I said, glancing at my phone. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you. But why the police costume?”
“Oh, that,” Seth laughed. “I was messing around with friends, pulling pranks. Didn’t know it’d come in handy here. What a coincidence, right?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “What a coincidence.”
As we chatted, I couldn’t help but think about what I’d done. Had I gone too far? Would this ruin things with Maude forever?
But then I looked around my living room. My space. I thought of the long hours, the sacrifices I’d made to own this house, and realized I couldn’t let Maude and Gabe take it over.
I also realized it’s okay to put myself first. It’s okay to stand up and not let people take advantage of me.