Smile. I kept repeating the word in my head to remember it as I talked to people during the Sunday brunch. I couldn't remember when this started, but this had been a tradition of our family for as long as I could remember. I took a seat, observing everyone while sipping water. Mom and Dad were sitting with a group of people around them. People would always listen when they talked. They were a crucial part of all the meetings. Or maybe it would be better to say, the meetings happened only after they said it was okay. But it was normal. People lowered their voices when Mom walked past them.Even the older guests straightened slightly when Dad spoke, to avoid missing anything he was saying. And currently, Mom was sitting silently, her eyes were doing all the work, there was nothing that could escape those eyes. Dad was saying something to the people, and from the looks on their faces, it was something serious. I decided to ignore it and looked at Lily, who was chatting with a gr
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