As Oscar moved through Clara's room, identifying each item and explaining where it had come from, the sisters followed behind him and checked for themselves.They had their own ways of verifying his claims. After a few minutes, they exchanged glances. A heavy weight had settled in each of their chests.What was life? Reaching great heights, achieving something lasting, contributing to the country and society?Yes, all of that mattered, but not everyone could attain those heights. An ordinary person who kept a household running, cared for their parents, raised their children well, and treated others with kindness had already succeeded. That, too, was a life well lived.If you wanted to find meaning in life, you had to begin by making life itself meaningful. A meal, an afternoon in the sun, a cup of coffee, a book. Most of the time, the meaning looked exactly like that.The sisters had lived too far removed from those things. They had started from a privileged position. From birth,
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