Phoebe thought her day couldn’t get any worse when she discovered her sister and her family had moved in without asking. But just when all hope seemed lost, an unexpected knock at the door unleashed a delicious helping of instant karma.
I was always close to my sister during my childhood, but things changed after her marriage. What happened between us a few days ago is something I will never forget.
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My name is Phoebe, I’m 31 years old, and I own a modest three-bedroom house. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s mine, and I’m very proud of it.
I’ve been paying it off for ten years now, working day and night to make those mortgage payments.
I won’t deny that I sometimes envy my friends who live in their fancy downtown apartments, but then I remember that this place is mine. No landlord breathing down my neck, no roommates leaving dirty dishes in the sink. Just me and my space.
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Now let me introduce you to my sister, Holly.
She’s 38, a mother of two, and married to her high school sweetheart, Nicholas. We were close when we were younger, but things changed when she got married. She started focusing more on her new life, and I never held it against her. I think she did what she thought was best for her.
We grew apart, but we were still on good terms. At least, that’s what I thought.
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Holly and Nicholas have always been free spirits. They’re one of those people who always talk about “leaving the rat race” and “living life to the fullest.”
It drove me crazy when we got together for family dinners.
“Life’s too short to be stuck in a cubicle, Phoebe,” Holly said, sipping her wine. “You should travel more, see the world!”
I rolled my eyes.
“Some of us like having a steady paycheck and a roof over our heads, Holly.”
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Nicholas added: “But think of the experiences! The memories!”
Yeah, well, memories don’t pay the bills, mate, I thought.
I tried to tell them to be more careful with their money. They were always jetting off on last-minute trips or buying the latest gadgets, even with two young children to think about.
But did they listen to me? No.
A few months ago, they took the plunge. They sold their house during the market boom, planning to use the profit to finance a year-long break to “travel the world.”
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I remember the conversation like it was yesterday.
“We’re doing it, Phoebe!” Holly yelled into the phone. “We sold the house!”
“What?” I nearly choked on my coffee. “Holly, are you serious? What about the kids’ school? Your jobs?”
“Oh, we’ll homeschool them on the road. That’ll be an education in itself! And we can always find work later. This is our chance to really live!”
I tried to talk some sense into him. I was really worried.
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“Holly, have you really thought this through? Traveling is expensive, especially with kids. What will happen when the money runs out?”
“Don’t be so worried, Phoebe,” she said, brushing off the worries. “We’ve got everything planned out. We’ll stay in hostels, maybe do some volunteer work for room and board. We’ll be fine!”
It wasn’t going well at all. Not at all.
At first, their social media was filled with pictures of beautiful hotels and fancy restaurants.
“Living the dream!” they captioned each post.
But after two months, these posts started to decrease.
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The last one I saw was a grainy photo of them camping in a field, with a caption about “embracing the simplicity of life.”
Then, radio silence for a few weeks. I thought they were just busy enjoying their trips, unaware of what was really going on behind the scenes.
One day, I came home from work, exhausted after a long day of meetings and deadlines. All I wanted to do was kick off my shoes, pour myself a glass of wine, and watch some bad reality TV.
But as soon as I opened my front door, I knew something was wrong.
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There were shoes I didn’t recognize in the entryway, child-sized backpacks on the floor, and familiar voices coming from my living room.
I walked in and there they were.
Holly, Nicholas, and their two children were unpacking suitcases and boxes in my living room.
“Holly?” I exclaimed, squinting at the mess in my living room. “What… what are you doing here?”
“Oh, hi Phoebe!” Holly chirped. “Surprise! We’re back!”
“Back?” I repeated. “In my house?”
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So Nicholas stepped forward, smiling as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“Yes, we decided to cut the trip short,” he said. “It turns out that traveling full-time with kids is harder than we thought!”
“And Mom gave us your spare key… the one you gave her for emergencies,” Holly added. “I knew you wouldn’t mind us moving here while we figure something out. It’ll only be for a few months.”
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“A few months?” I protested. “Holly, are you serious? You can’t just move into my house without asking my opinion!”
“But… we’re family. I thought you’d be happy to help us.”
“Happy?” I felt my cheeks burn with anger. “Holly, this is my home. My space. You should have told me!”
“Come on, come on, Phoebe,” Nicholas interrupted. “Let’s not get too big-headed. Family helps family, right? It’s not like you’re using all that space anyway.”
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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Where did this pretension come from? Why were they acting as if what they were doing was right?
“You have to leave,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “Now.”
But Holly refused.
Meanwhile, Nicholas began to subtly threaten me.
“Come on, Phoebe,” he began, positioning himself on top of me. “Don’t make this difficult. We have nowhere else to go.”
I was furious. If I called the cops, their young children might be dragged into the affair, and I didn’t want that.
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I had to come up with a plan, so I went straight to my room and closed the door behind me.
At that moment, I really wanted to cry. I had no idea what to do until my phone rang. It was a text from my old college friend, Alex.
Hey Pheebs! I’m in your area for work. Shall we grab a drink tonight?
Alex has always been the joker in our group of friends, always coming up with crazy plans. If anyone could help me out of this mess, it was him.
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I quickly texted him back.
Actually, can you come to my house? I have a problem and I could use your help. Bring your acting skills.
The doorbell rang an hour later, and I ran to answer it before Holly or Nicholas did. When I opened the door, I saw a police officer standing on my doorstep.
“Oh my God, Alex!” I looked at him wide-eyed. “You’re wearing the perfect costume!”
I quickly went out and closed the door behind me.
“What happened, Pheebs?” he asked.
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“I need your help getting rid of my relatives,” I told him, still fascinated by his fake police uniform. “They’ve completely taken over my house.”
I quickly explained the situation, and Alex agreed to help me. Then I opened the door and called Holly and Nicholas.
“Holly, Nicholas, can you come here please? There’s a police officer who needs to speak to us.”
They were smiling when they arrived in the hallway, but their expression immediately changed when they saw Alex in his uniform.
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“Good evening,” Alex said. “I’m Officer Johnson. We’ve received a report of a burglary at this address. Can you tell me what’s going on here?”
Nicholas squinted at me. Then he puffed out his chest and walked slowly toward Alex.
“There’s no break-in here, officer,” Nicholas said seriously. “We’re family. Everything’s fine.”
“Officer, these people entered my house illegally,” I said. “I never gave them permission to be here.”
Alex nodded, then looked at Holly and Nicholas.
“How did you get into this residence?” Alex asked.
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“We, uh, we used a key,” Holly stammered. “Mom gave it to me. It was a, uh, spare key for emergencies.”
“But no one asked my permission,” I interjected. “So, technically, you broke in. Who knows what might be missing?”
“I see,” Alex said, looking around the house. “And when the landlord asked you to leave, you complied?”
“There, wait a minute,” Nicholas said, his voice trembling slightly. “We have…”
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“I’m afraid I must ask you to leave the premises immediately,” Alex said, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. “If you don’t, you risk being charged with breaking and entering.”
I wanted to laugh so hard watching Alex pretend to be a police officer. He was simply incredible. His last sentence was enough to send Holly and Nicholas into a panic.
“We’re sorry…” Holly began. “We’re going to pack our bags.”
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They quickly started throwing their things into their bags.
“If you leave right now,” Alex said sternly, “I won’t press charges. But you will have to return the key and never enter the house again.”
They didn’t need to be told twice. Alex and I watched silently as they grabbed their children and bags and stormed out of the house.
I finally laughed once their car sped off.
“You’re saving my life, Alex,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “Coffee?”
“Of course!” he said, walking in and closing the door behind him.
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I quickly made two cups of coffee before we sat down in my now silent living room.
“I can’t believe they assumed they could live here,” Alex said, shaking his head.
“I know,” I sighed. “Part of me feels guilty, you know? They’re family, after all. But I couldn’t let them take it out on me like that.”
“You did the right thing, Phoebe,” Alex reassured me. “They can’t take advantage of you because their crazy plan failed.”
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“I’m so glad you texted me at the right time, Alex,” I said, looking at my phone. “I don’t know what I would have done without you. But why did you come dressed as a police officer?”
“Oh, that,” Alex said with a chuckle. “I was just having fun with my friends, playing pranks and everything. I had no idea my costume would be useful here. What a coincidence, right?”
“Yes,” I agreed. “What a coincidence!”
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As we talked, I couldn’t help but think about the consequences of my actions. Had I done the right thing? Would this drive an irreparable wedge between my sister and me?
But then I looked around my living room. It was my space, and I’d worked so hard for it. I thought about all the long hours and sacrifices I’d made to buy a house and realized I couldn’t let Holly and Nicholas take over everything.
I also realized that it was okay to put myself first. It was okay to stand up for myself and not let people walk all over me.
What would you have done in my place?
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