I think the problem lies with me.

I'm sure I'm under too much pressure and having hallucinations.

Maybe a good night's sleep will help.

I said goodnight to my mom and dad, then headed towards the bedroom.

My dad stopped me.

"Where are you going?"

"To sleep."

"That's not your room."

I've been sleeping on that bed for sixteen years.

If that's not my room, then where is my room?

My dad pointed to the kitchen with his hand and said, "Your bedding has been moved there."

"What do you mean?"

"This is not your home. You're an outsider."