Kirsten froze completely. She whipped her head around to face her mother, her eyes filled with disbelief. “What did you say? My room?”
That was the room she had lived in since she was a child. It was filled with memories, from her favorite books and treasured souvenirs to the stuffed animals that had kept her company as she grew up.
And her mother had just given it away to a long-lost sister without even asking her?
Seeing Kirsten’s shocked and angry expression, Gladys quickly lowered her head, biting her lip as she spoke in an apologetic tone. “I’m sorry, Kirsten. I didn’t know it was your room.”
“It’s just… I’ve never seen a house so big, or lived in such a beautiful room, so…”
Her voice trailed off, laced with a hint of grievance and timidity that would make anyone feel sorry for her.
“If you mind, Kirsten, I’ll move my things out right now. I can stay in a guest room.”
Her mother immediately interjected, “Kirsten, your sister just got back and isn’t used to anything here. Your room gets the best light and is more spacious. What’s the big deal if she stays there?”
“You’re a grown woman now. What does it matter which room you stay in?”
Kirsten looked at her mother’s matter-of-fact expression, then at Gladys’s pitiful act, and a wave of inexplicable irritation washed over her.
It wasn’t that she was being stingy about the room; it was her mother’s actions that chilled her to the core.
That was her room, the only place in this house where she felt a true sense of belonging. And her mother had just given it away to someone else without her consent.
What bothered her even more was Gladys’s attitude. She was seemingly apologizing, but every word subtly implied that she deserved the room while painting Kirsten as petty.

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