“Sweetheart, meet the new owner of your apartment,” my mom barged in with my sister’s two suitcases and pointed toward my bedroom.
The first thing my mom noticed in my apartment wasn’t the view of the Chicago River, or the clean hardwood I’d refinished myself, or the fact that for the first …
“Sweetheart, meet the new owner of your apartment,” my mom barged in with my sister’s two suitcases and pointed toward my bedroom. Read More