Every single wall, every designer lamp, and every tree in the manicured garden had been carefully chosen by me.
It was more than just a building because it was my personal refuge from a very demanding world.
However, when I opened the front gate that evening, I felt as if I were walking into a loud party hosted by a complete stranger.
There were large pickup trucks blocking my driveway, and several children were running wildly across the freshly mowed lawn.
Loud country music was blasting from the speakers, and dozens of empty bottles were scattered across the expensive marble dining table.
In my private living room sat various uncles, cousins, sisters in law, and many people I barely even recognized.
In the center of the chaos, acting as if she were the rightful owner of the estate, sat Evelyn, my mother in law, drinking coffee from my favorite hand painted cup.
“Oh, Allison, you are finally here,” she said without even bothering to move from her comfortable spot.
“We actually thought you were going to take a lot longer to finish your business trip,” she added with a dismissive wave of her hand.
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