My parents have saved my whole life. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/2fcaa8/620x0/1/0/2024/10/14/7fly5rnruuohycqqq4lpcypzpzqsengti0azopotr7c.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (101,91,81,1)" > < p > they did not go on vacation, they wore their clothes, they made food and everything & on p & oacute; But thanks to this, when they left, they left me something that had a greater value for me than any money & ndash; apartment.

< p > small. In an old tenement house. But it was our place.

< p > where I took my first steps, where my mother read fairy tales, where my father repaired the tap with a smile, even though he was dripping every evening & oacute; r.

< p > I inherited this apartment according to the will of the parent & oacute; w. I did not put it on sale. I didn't rent. I left & ndash; because the heart did not allow the bricks to move, which the & oacute; were in full.

< p > until & Hellip; A mother -in -law appeared.

< P >& Amp; MDASH; & AMP; BDQUO; You know, my C & Amp; Oacute; Rka from a previous marriage is looking for a flat. Maybe you would give her to your parents ? &

< p > I was surprised. I didn't know what to say.

< p > mother -in -law, as if not waiting for a reply, added: < br />< br /> — & AMP; BDQUO; not for free. We'll give you half the price. It's honest. & Amp;

< p > half. For a flat full of my memories, the scream & oacute; in the joy and smell of Sunday broth.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; This is not for sale. ” & Amp; MDASH; I answered firmly.

< p > and then she looked at me with such a cold, as if not m & oacute; to a daughter -in -law, but to a stranger.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; Don't overdo it. These are only old four walls. And C & Amp; Oacute; Rka needs help. The family should support each other. & Amp;

< p > There is no peace from that day. The mother -in -law calls once. Once her C & Amp; Oacute; Rka. Can appear at the door without announcement.

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; see, here my sofa would fit well. &

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; Or maybe you will change my mind ? Mama M & AMP; Oacute; I was thinking that you were reasonable. ” < p > a m & oacute; ju husband ? silence. Avoids the topic. As if it did not apply to his parent & oacute; w. As if it was not a betrayal towards me and my loved ones who can no longer defend themselves.

< p > I will not give up. Not for half. Not for the whole. It's not a matter of price. It's a matter of memory, respect, who I am.

< p > I'm not against his sister. But I will never agree that my memories were treated as an empty real estate to take over. Because when our loved ones die, we must be their voice.

< p > A I m & oacute; Vele:

< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; This apartment is not for sale. Never. & Amp;

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116