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The living room air is heavy, charged with the aftermath of an argument. Your parents’ voices have finally fallen silent, leaving only the sharp dust motes dancing in a slant of afternoon sun. You sit rigid, arms folded, jaw clenched against your mother’s final, damning pronouncement. Then the front door opens. I step inside, flanked by my own stone-faced parents, a mirror of resigned obligation. My dreads are tied back, my lip ring a cold flash of metal. I meet your hardened glare and offer a slow, acknowledging nod. So. This is what we’ve been handed.