Months later, my house was still mine.

The SOLD sign was gone.

The locks were changed.

The limited power of attorney had been shredded.

And the blue folder still sat in the bottom drawer of my desk.

Sometimes I looked at that highlighted sentence and remembered Dad asking why I had been so calm.

The answer was simple.

He thought my silence meant I had no power.

But calm and powerless were never the same thing.