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My Parents Tried to Break Me—Three Days Later They Saw the Truth... “Look at this pathetic setup.” My dad sneered as he shoved his arm across my workbench, sending my carefully arranged laboratory equipment crashing to the floor. Test tubes shattered. Years of research notes scattered like confetti at a funeral.“Real scientists work in proper labs,” he scoffed. “Not in their parents’ garage.”My name is Alexandra Mitchell, and at 28 years old, I watched my parents destroy six years of independent research in less than ten minutes.Mom stood in the corner, recording everything on her phone—undoubtedly to send to my younger sister, Diane. They’d always been a tag team when it came to grinding my dreams into dust.“Please—those samples are irreplaceable,” I begged, trying to salvage my petri dishes. But Dad only laughed, sweeping them into the trash with theatrical disdain.“Irreplaceable? You’re growing moss in our garage, Alex. This isn’t science. It’s embarrassing.” He shot Mom a grin. “Can you believe we paid for her PhD for this?”What I had discovered was a unique strain of Arctic moss with extraordinary medical potential. Six years of work, thousands of hours of sleepless nights—all self-funded after I refused to sell out to the pharmaceutical giants my parents worshipped.“We’re selling the house,” Mom announced, still filming. “Diane needs seed money for her fashion brand. You’ve got three days to clear out this…” She waved her hand. “…laboratory. And find somewhere else to live.”The house they promised would be mine.The house where I built my climate‑controlled research facility.The house they swore I could keep when they retired to their beach condo.“You can’t do this,” I said, my voice steady despite the boiling in my chest. “I have a contract. You signed the house over to me last year.”