My Mother Thought I Was Moving to a Slum—So She Brought 50 Relatives to Mock Me. They Didn’t Expect the Address.

around with expressions of dawning horror and confusion. The swagger was gone. The jokes died in their throats. They looked like exactly what they were: intruders in a world they didn’t understand and had no business entering.

The massive double doors of the mansion—hand-carved oak that probably dated back centuries—opened with theatrical timing.

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