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“I don’t remember that,” our mother said softly.
One by one, the others began talking.
Nick admitted he feared leaving her alone.
Eliza whispered, “I wouldn’t know what to do if something happened.”
The truth came out in pieces.
I looked at our mother. She looked confused, lost.
No one had really been paying attention.
“Well,” I said, steady, “the house is the only asset we have. Selling it gives our mother access to the care she needs.”
Jack rubbed his jaw. “And you just expect us to go along with it?”
She looked confused, lost.
My siblings were still disgruntled and resistant, but they didn’t have a better argument.
“I’ll start calling real estate agents.”
And for the first time, I felt as if I were part of the family.
***
I hardly slept that night.
My mind kept replaying everything from the meeting, especially the look on our mother’s face when she defended me. That part stayed with me the most.