Two days after Grandma\u2019s funeral,<\/p>\n
my brother walked into her house like he was stepping into a business meeting rather than a mourning home. He didn\u2019t ask how I was coping, didn\u2019t glance at the framed photos still resting on the mantel, and didn\u2019t acknowledge the silence that had settled into every corner of the house. Instead, he immediately demanded to know what was being \u201cdivided,\u201d listing assets with a rehearsed precision that made my stomach tighten. The house, the savings, even the small investments Grandma had mentioned only in passing\u2014all of it, in his mind, already belonged to categories and calculations. I tried to excuse it as grief turning people strange, but there was nothing emotional in his voice. It was entitlement, sharpened into certainty.<\/p>\n
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