My Mother Walked Through My House, Gave My Sister Three Bedrooms—Then My Husband and Sons Walked In

My Mother Walked Through My House, Gave My Sister Three Bedrooms—Then My Husband and Sons Walked In My mother stood in my kitchen on a Saturday morning in April, ran her thumb along the edge of my counter, and told me my sister was moving in. She said it the way a person reads out the weather. She had not called first. She had driven three hours from Atlanta with my sister in the passenger seat, and somewhere along Interstate 85 the two of them had decided which of my rooms belonged to whom. “This house has three spare bedrooms,” Mom said.