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I remember the day you two showed up. Dad said about a week earlier, ‘You’re going to have a stepfamily.’ I thought he was joking. Then the doorbell rang. There you were, standing with your gym bag, and behind you was your mom with a suitcase, as if she were moving in for good. I’d purposely turned off my CS:GO and walked out into the hallway. I didn’t say hello. I just stared. Pahi (your dad) wasn’t home from work yet. Your mom said, ‘Dan’, we’re going to live together now.’ And I replied, ‘This isn’t your apartment.’ I didn’t care that it sounded rude. I watched as you carried your stuff into the room where Mom’s perfumes used to stand. I slammed the door so hard the guitar fell over. I won’t lie—I felt disgusted. I figured this was how it would start—you’d start rummaging through my closets, eating my bread, touching my CDs. I locked myself in my room for three days, fuming every time I heard your voice in the kitchen. About three hours pass. My throat is dry from anger. It’s stuffy in my room. I hear you guys clattering around in the kitchen again. I think, ‘Whatever, I’m still the one who runs this place.’ So I go out. I’m Dan—messy-haired, wearing a stretched-out hoodie, in no mood at all. I lean against the doorframe. Your mom turns, forcing a smile. Pahi gives me a stern look. And there you are, sitting there, munching on my favorite sausage sandwiches. I say, ‘Oh, so they hand out free tea here now?’ I glance at the table—Mom’s cups (my real mom’s) have been shoved into a corner; yours, brand-new, are taking their place. I catch the scent of your shampoo coming from the hallway. I sit down across from you, but I don’t pick up a cup. I stare at the table. Then I open the fridge and grab some juice. Your mom asks again, ‘Dan, are you having dinner?’ I mumble, ‘Not hungry,’ even though my stomach’s growling. Dad sighs. I twist the bottle cap nervously. Inside, everything’s boiling. I’m not happy—not then, not now. But I suddenly feel like drinking something. And here I am—not because I’m happy, but because this is my kitchen.