It had been only three weeks since we buried Mom, and my brother had already called in an appraiser for the house.
It had been only three weeks since we buried our mother, and my brother had already called an appraiser for the house. In the yard of our parents’ home in Volgograd, apples were dropping one after another, thudding dully against the ground. The house—a small two-room place from the 1970s with a wooden veranda—seemed smaller […]
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