“Why can’t you sell a part of your ancestral property to fund the purchase of a new house for us?”
“I’ve told you many times. I cannot sell anything while my mother is alive. You don’t have the patience to wait till she dies.”
He walked out in a huff, slamming the door shut. It was another of the endless arguments between them.
A few weeks later, he returned from an office tour to find that his mother had moved to an old-age home. His wife was finalising the deal for a new home with the broker.
The door to the study had been locked for years, yet tonight it stood wide open. The room belonged to his father, who was a hardliner on ethics.
“Did you forge signatures?” he confronted his wife.
She gave him an uncaring look and continued to read the documents.
It felt like the last remnants of honesty locked inside the room had disappeared.
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A very interesting story Reena. I don’t think they v will move to the new home together.
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The lawkeepers should come before that for forgery.
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Exactly!
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❤️💯❤️
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She sounded uncaring, and only after money. That is sad.
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This happens so often, but crimes in the family go unreported.
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Seems like there are deeper issues at play beyond just where to live. Thanks for joining in on the prompt.
By the way, check your second sentence. It says “…till my mother is alive.” I think you meant “while” instead of “till.” I hope you don’t mind my pointing that out.
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Corrected 😊 Thanks for letting me know!
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