My parents sold their house and gave my sister a h…

Temporary. Their suitcases were stuffed like they were moving in for good. I stood there, arms crossed, watching them take over my space.

It felt wrong, like I was a guest in my own home. I tried asking questions. “Mom, what happened with your investments?” I said, keeping my tone calm.

She waved me off, rearranging my plates now. “Oh, it’s complicated, sweetheart. Bad deals, you know.”

Her smile was too tight.

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Her eyes darted away. Dad just grunted, glued to the game. I pressed harder.

“What kind of deals? Can you show me the paperwork?”

Mom’s hands froze on a stack of bowls. “Don’t worry about it,” she snapped, then softened.

“You’re such a good daughter, letting us stay.”

That didn’t answer anything. Dad chimed in, still not looking up. “Yeah, Miranda, relax.

We’ll figure it out.”