My parents' Saturday visit turned Friday into an apartment inspection conducted by a man pretending dust carried moral significance. I cleaned the kitchen twice, removed nothing belonging to Nina or Thea, plus left the trial agreement inside its usual drawer rather than displaying it as legal armor.
Nina had a toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet and one drawer beneath my bed. Thea kept paint-stained sleep clothes inside a sealed bag near the wardrobe, while Yuna possessed no private object inside the apartment because her status granted no recurring access.
Hiding those differences would have made the living room easier and the relationships less honest. Displaying them theatrically would have converted private trust into evidence prepared for parental judgment.
