A family obsession.
I had moved out of home and into the University dorm. It was a shock at first. I had to fix my own meals, clean the apartment and wash and iron my own clothes. But I worked it out. But I missed my parents and would go back home on Saturdays to have lunch with my parents and make them laugh as I told them how difficult life was. “Oh you poor dear” my dad would say sarcastically. It was a Wednesday when one of my tutors got sick. I was sitting in my dorm and decided to go home and con my parents into inviting me for dinner. It was about 7pm when I arrived. I realised I had forgotten my key. I tried the front door but it was locked of course. I …