Three Days of Happiness
Three days ago, I thought I was the happiest woman in the world.
After five years of marriage, my husband and I finally bought our first home in Seattle.
It wasn't big, but it was everything I'd ever dreamed of: a welcoming place where I imagined mornings filled with the scent of coffee, sunlight filtering through the curtains, and peaceful laughter just between the two of us.
I had worked tirelessly for years, saving every penny, even selling the engagement ring my mother had given me to pay the down payment.
I lovingly chose every curtain, every set of sheets and every frame.
When we finally hung the pictures together, I thought, “This is the beginning of our new life.”
Unexpected Visits
That afternoon, while I was cleaning the kitchen, the doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, I was stunned.
My husband's entire family was outside: his mother, his two younger sisters, his younger brother, and his brother's wife. They were all carrying bags and suitcases, beaming with joy.
"My God, this house is beautiful! It's so big we can all live together!" her mother exclaimed.
Before I could respond, my husband, Mark, came out with a beaming smile.
"Hi Mom! I already called the technician. Everyone can register their fingerprints; it will be easier to come and go."
I remained still.
“What did you just say?” I asked in a shaking voice.
"Are you letting everyone register fingerprints?"
Mark looked at me as if nothing had happened.
"So? This is my home too. They're my family; it'll be nice to live together."
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