Ethan came up behind me. He looked at the holes. Then at Daniel. Then at his mother.
“Who authorized this?” Margaret laughed. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
Then she said the sentence that changed Ethan’s expression completely.
“This house belongs to the family now.” That night, from our bedroom upstairs, we heard Margaret speaking to Daniel downstairs.
“First, we need to get them to put that floor in your name.” She lowered her voice.
“After that, no one will be able to kick you out.” Ethan sat up beside me.
The next evening, he gathered everyone around the dining table. Then he placed a thick folder in front of him.
Inside were seven years of bills. Construction receipts. Loan records.
Bank transfers. And the deed carrying only our names. Margaret barely looked at it.
Instead, she crossed her arms and said: “If you really care about your brother, put the second floor in Daniel’s name.”
The room went silent. Ethan slowly closed the folder. Then he looked directly at his mother.
“If Daniel wants his name on a house, he can sacrifice seven years and build one.”
No one smiled after that. And Margaret had no idea that Ethan was only beginning.
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