My greedy brother demanded the family home I inherited from our late father. Less than 24 hours later, he called me in tears, begging me to take it back. The house had shaken him to his core, and I knew why.
After Dad passed, leaving me the house, my brother Kyle, who had been absent during Dad’s illness, felt entitled to it. Despite his threats and accusations, I handed over the keys, knowing he had no idea what he was walking into.
The next morning, Kyle called, panicked. “The house is a circus!” he shouted. “Slides in the living room, toys everywhere, and the whole place looks like a daycare!”
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