Just three days after moving into our new house, my husband brought his whole family to register their fingerprints – so I sold the house and said something that left him speechless.

I couldn’t say a word.
The house I had paid 70% for, the home I had built with my youth and my dreams, had suddenly become a residence for my in-laws.

Six fingerprints

That night, while everyone was asleep, I sat silently in the living room and stared at the electronic door panel – six new fingerprints lit up.
Each one felt like a mark erasing my place in that home.

The next morning, I set off early for a meeting with a real estate agent.
I signed the papers for the resale of the house – my dream house.

The real estate agent looked surprised.
“Are you sure? You just moved in.”

I smiled weakly.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay in a place where anyone can open the door whenever they want.”

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