Finally, for the first time in eight years,Our families decided to act like a "family" and have dinner with my grandmother.
It was just a normal night, but I felt Very happy, But as the Arab wisdom says, 'The winds run like ships don't like', in the end this happiness does not last... They started arguing and the situation got worse when my uncle said to my father:
"You should be thankful that you live here for free."
Ah seriously, it was his father's house for sure he would live in for free.... My uncle was very angry so he said such harsh words but he was also remorseful, it seemed as if he wanted to withdraw his words, but my father didn't realize it His anger made him blind to the truth and aggravated the situation more and more.
My grandmother tried to intervene, but I stopped her so that it wouldn't get worse.
And this quarrel ended with my uncle leaving the house with his wife and daughter..
My feeling at that time was indescribable. I was sad, desperate and hopeless،I know they don't get along, however, this is the first feast after my grandfather's death. We agreed not to leave the house empty, in honor of my late grandfather. I was so happy when they reconciled after eight years of misunderstanding, but they quarrel again and made their relationship worse. And what pissed me off the most is that that day is Eid when we gather for joy and fun, but they spoiled that evening. I later found out that my uncle was angry because my father wanted to sell the house..
The whole family neglected my grandfather, including my uncle, and it seems that he did not accept his father's death yet, and this house is his last memory with the late Maybe that's why I sympathized with him.
This house my grandfather left for us so we can all gather as a family... I won't let it sell, Dad, it's time for you to learn what it means to be honest.