Aunt Clara moved in on Saturday.We spent the whole day transforming the guest room into her space. Lycian hired movers for the furniture. I hung her favorite photos. Made sure her medications were organized. Set up the TV the way she liked.By evening, she was settled in the armchair by the window. Cast on her wrist. Looking tired but happy.“This is too much,” she said for the tenth time. “You shouldn’t have to take care of me.”“You took care of me for fifteen years,” I said. Tucking a blanket around her. “It’s my turn.”“But Lycian, this is his home. I’m intruding.”“You’re not intruding.” Lycian appeared with tea. Set it on the side table. “You’re family. Family doesn’t intrude.”Aunt Clara’s eyes got wet. “Thank you. Both of you.”“You’re welcome.” He squeezed her good hand. “Now rest. Doctor’s orders.”She fell asleep within minutes. Exhausted from the move.I closed her door softly. Found Lycian in the kitchen making dinner.“Thank you,” I said. Wrapping my arms around him fro
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