“If you don’t want to clear it, that's fine. The condo I bought isn’t being used, is it? Just give me the key, and I’ll move there.”
I held out my hand to Mom, but she didn't respond.
I glanced at her, then at Colton.
“What does this mean?”
Colton looked awkward. “Alina, don’t be upset. Marcela’s brother is living in that condo now. It wouldn’t be convenient for you to stay there.”
“Oh.
“Isn’t there another one? The one at Westwood Gardens. Give me the key.”
No one moved, and the room fell silent. After a long pause, Dad, who had remained quiet until now, finally spoke.
“Alina, are you back just to ask for houses? Or to show off that you bought several of them?”
I almost laughed out of frustration.
“Dad, is that what you think of me?
“I’ve been asking where I can stay. You didn’t say a word. When I try to make my own arrangements, you speak up to accuse me of showing off.
“I’ve never seen anyone brag about owning three homes and still having nowhere to live!”
Their faces soured, but no one spoke.
I knew they wanted to drive me away, considering me a burden now that I was “unemployed.”