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

in the driveway combined.

She didn’t descend the stairs to greet them. She stood at the top, looking down at the assembly like a queen surveying peasants.

Flanking her stood two older people in elegant clothing—a distinguished man in a bespoke suit and a woman in silk that probably cost more per yard than Martha spent on groceries in a month.

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