It turned out that it was less than they expected.
Packing, making things that I had quietly bought over the years – household appliances, furniture, electronics – items that my mother-in-law called "family property". I checked the receipt. Serial numbers. Purchase confirmation.
They were mine.
I packed them carefully.
Around noon, my mother-in-law unexpectedly. Stopped in an open, wide-open, functional half-empty store.
"What's going on?" – a sharp question.
"I'm moving out" – I listen calmly.
Her face remains drawn. "Don't go back to your thoughts right away."
I protect her. "You told me to move out."
He turned to her husband, who was as surprised as she was. "What is she doing?" – she stayed.
Eventually, it ends. "I thought you were... upset. I didn't think you'd really come out."
independent, how much they don't understand me.
After the movers, they carried the boxes up the stairs. A couch. Dining table. Washer and dryer. TV. Each object taken out revealed an accusation that concerned something hanging.