My apartment is given to your brother. Now your father and I will live with you!” — my mother “cheered” me up.
Tatiana adjusted the pillow behind her back and pressed the phone to her ear with a smile. Outside the window of her spacious three-room apartment, the sun was setting, painting the living room walls in warm orange tones. “Marin, I’m leaning towards Turkey,” Tatiana said, flipping through a glossy catalog. “Five-star hotel, all inclusive.” “Tanya, […]
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