
When my parents demanded rent for the basement I’d turned into a haven, they never expected it would lead to my escape and their ultimate regret.
I’d always felt like the black sheep in my family, especially compared to my younger brother, Daniel. When we moved to a two-bedroom house at 17, my parents gave him a spacious, fully-furnished room while I was shoved into the unfinished basement.
I remember the day they showed it to me—cold concrete, a bare bulb, and a musty smell. “You’ll have so much space down here!” Mom had said, but I wasn’t impressed.
Determined to make the best of it, I took a part-time job bagging groceries and, with help from Aunt Teresa, began transforming the basement. We painted the walls lavender, hung curtains, and added string lights. Slowly, it became my personal sanctuary.
When I finally finished decorating, I stood back, proud of my work. But when my parents saw it, their reaction was less than supportive. Mom immediately said, “If you have money for all this, then you can start contributing to the household.” They demanded rent.
At 17, working part-time, the rent they asked for wasn’t huge, but it crushed my plan to save for college. To make matters worse, Daniel wrecked my LED lights by yanking them down, and my parents laughed it off as “boys will be boys.”
Just as I was about to give up, karma stepped in. Aunt Teresa invited an interior designer, Ava, to dinner, and she was blown away by what I had done with the basement. Ava offered me an internship at her design firm, and to my astonishment, she even said she’d make an exception for a high school student.
The internship was paid, and if I worked hard, I could earn a college scholarship. I was ecstatic, and my parents were stunned when they heard about it.
The internship changed everything. I threw myself into learning about design, worked late at the firm, and juggled my part-time job. My parents’ demands stopped, and they began asking about my “little job.” My mom would nervously ask, “How’s that design thing going?” but it wasn’t the same as before. They no longer held the same control over me.
As I began assembling my portfolio for college, I realized that despite all the challenges, I had found my path. It wasn’t the one my parents had envisioned for me, but it was mine, and I was proud of it.
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