So this is actually what happened between my father and the contractor who built his house (my childhood home).
In 2000, my parents and their two young children, ages 7 and 5 (that’s me!), were looking to move into a house big enough for a family of four and that they could stay in for a very long time. They found a newly constructed street in a quiet neighborhood in a town known for being family friendly. It was perfect. There were only four available lots, so my mother chose the one she liked best.
via @notiun
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