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Mom hums to herself and puts away sandwich meats

“The craft roorier at feeling ignored

“No My room?

??

She shrugs “I changed sos around”

“All one” My arhs This is unbelievable

“Don’t be dramatic I put it in the attic when you moved out It’s not like you need a bedroom here—you have your own house now”

If there was aflies

“I got married, Mom I didn’t die”

“I know, darling” My mother rolls her eyes and I’m speechless

I sniff back tears “I don’t have a bedroom anymore?” I don’t have a place here in my own house, and I don’t feel like I have a place with my husband

“Sweat Bea” She sighs in thatone

“Mom”

“Beatrice, you live with your husband There’s a pull-out cot in the closet, or you can put sheets on the couch”

Unbelievable