Prisoner in my own home

B2 hallo.

Growing up not much was afforded to us,my parents were average earners hence we had limited resources.

We are two in our family, my brother and l. Being the youngest and bit well up my family has made their way into my home.

Yes, we grew up together, and made fake promises to each other during tough times. Reality has hit and its knocking hard. Family can be unbearable.

I got a job in town all the way from Mupiniwasvotoka  started earning decently and would send money home equally to my parent and my elder brother.

Just about last year they began making demands to visit me in the city. By then I couldn't host them. The place I had was rather to small for us, so I stalled.

Eventually I got a bigger  place and invited then in February after I got promoted at work. We needed reason to celebrate. Upon picking them up from the terminus was shocked with their lagguage.

It didn't seem they were going back home any time soon. Post celebration they felt at home and still are at home my parents have occupied one bedroom while my brother has made himself space in my bedroom.

My brother comes to my work and spends the whole day with me,he will be reeling busy doing reels. Yesterday he told me he wants to start creating content.

Isn't this a bit too much, they have overstayed their welcome and its draining me. 

#keepingitblue💙