@reddithand: My parents had a key to my home. "For emergencies," I said. For they used it to rearrange my kitchen, read my mail, and "tidy" my bedroom. When I asked for it back, Dad laughed: "We'll always have access to our daughter." That weekend, a locksmith came. I mailed them the old key in an envelope with no note. By Sunday, they stood on my porch to...