“Close the door for a bit, so she learns.”
Then laughter.
I saved the video.
At six in the morning, there was a knock at my door.
I opened it and saw my mom in the doorway, her eyes red, but not from sadness. From anger.
“Daniel, you have to fix this,” she said without saying hello.
“Fix what?”
“Your sister is desperate.”
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