That afternoon, as I was cleaning the kitchen, the doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, my jaw dropped.
Standing outside was my husband's entire family – his mother, his two younger sisters, his younger brother, and his brother's wife. They were all carrying bags and suitcases and beaming from ear to ear.
“Oh my God, this house is beautiful! It’s big enough for us all to live together!” exclaimed his mother.
Before I could answer, my husband Mark came out with a beaming smile.
"Hi Mom! I've already called the technician. Everyone can register their fingerprints – that will make coming and going easier."
I froze.
"What did you just say?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"You had all their fingerprints registered?"
Mark looked at me as if nothing had happened.
"So what? This is my house too. You're my family – it'll be fun living together."
The broken promise
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