The rain followed us all the way to my sister’s lakeside home, soft but steady, as if warning me that something wasn’t right. After a long drive, I expected warmth, familiarity—something that felt like belonging. Instead, I was met with hesitation. My sister’s greeting was polite, but distant. In that moment, without anyone saying it directly, I understood: we weren’t truly welcome.
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