Even though I live with my parents, we treat each other like strangers. We don’t talk. I can’t even remember the last time I had a conversation with my dad. I only remember my mom telling me to take out the trash a few weeks ago. Normally, she just points to the trash with her eyes. I was surprised that she actually said something to me that day. I do my own grocery shopping. I cook my own food. And I eat alone in my room.