One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

anyway. My father said I was being naive. My mother said she hoped I would not regret it. The conversation ended there, the way conversations in my family ended when no resolution was possible, with everyone returning to their corners and the thing left officially unaddressed.

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