My daughter told me I have to move out of my apartment by tomorrow.
The kettle quietly whistled on the stove while Elena sorted through the tea bags. Chamomile, mint, black with bergamot… Vika had brought them from her last business trip to London. Elena smiled, remembering how her daughter had ceremoniously handed her this apartment five years ago. «Now, mom, you will have your own home,» Vika had […]
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