There’s A Stranger In My House

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Every weekend he comes to visit.

He is at once fearful, worried that at the next moment his actions will be interpreted with misconception and misunderstanding. By somebody with the whimsical moods of a rollercoaster. In anticipation, he abides by the rules set out by the matriarch of the household. Sometimes we bump into each other in the corridors, exchanging awkward glances and nods. Other times, we mostly…