Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on May 13, 2015 by Jan Wilberg
“It’s not fair that I have to pay after taking care of him all those years.”
“Life’s not fair. Isn’t that what he used to say?”
“He was looking at you when he said it.”
“Pay the people or they’ll tell everyone.”
Category: Marriage, Family, Dogs, and CatTags: 42-word story, father's death, micro-story, secrets, sibling rivalry, Yeah Write

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I like the dig the one sibling made on the other. “He was looking at you when he said it” is exactly what my brother would say.
Good one
I liked the harsh truth.
This hit a bit too close to home. Been there and done that. I could hear that authentic conversation playing in my head. Well done.
I like this.