egally just a guest. So I invited her to lunch, recorded everything she admitted, and served her and her boyfriend with eviction papers.One week later, my parents were back where they belonged. The house was theirs again,

filled with warmth, laughter, and Easter steaks on the grill.Cassandra? She’s couch-surfing now, telling everyone we “betrayed” her. But the truth is simple:Family doesn’t mean taking advantage. It means showing up—and standing up—when it counts.