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“I decided to buy the farm because it was the dream Marcus and I had shared for decades.”
The silence at the table was immediate and tense. Andre glared at me. “Mom, the adults are talking.”
And this is my house.”
Kiara nervously cleared her throat. “Of course, it’s your house, Mrs. Ellington.
Andre just meant—”
“I know exactly what Andre meant.” My voice was firmer than it had been in days, just as I know exactly why all of you are here. Kiara’s father frowned, confused. “Excuse me?”
Andre abruptly stood up from his chair.
“Mom, I think it’s time for you to leave. Are you confused?”
“I’m not confused at all.” I add
Have you ever been treated like an “inconvenience” by someone you sacrificed for—and had to choose quiet boundaries to protect your dignity and your future? What would you do in my place?
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