I told my brother they can't smoke in my house. They left mid-dinner.

Family · Amsterdam

Side A (age 22)

It's my house and there's a baby in it. I offered the garden and an umbrella. The response was a coat, a slammed door and three days of silence.

Side B (age 24)

I wasn't asked, I was told, in front of everyone, halfway through a meal I'd travelled for. I'd have stood in the rain if it had been a quiet word in the hallway.

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