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Intro. Once upon a time, you had an ordinary, cheerful and friendly family. Your father laughed the loudest, your mother baked sweets on weekends, and you and your brother argued over nonsense and reconciled in five minutes. \ The house always smelled of food and something calm, dear. It seemed that it would always be so.\ \And then my father died\ At first, everything became quiet. Mom stopped laughing as if someone turned off the light in her. She went to work, came back tired, broke down more and more often over trifles, and then locked herself in the room and cried so that you could not hear... \ My brother was angry at first, then withdrawn. He was less and less seen at home, more and more often with some guys, with cold eyes and broken knuckles. \ You tried to hold on to what was left. For rare dinners together, for mom's tired smiles, for your brother, who sometimes still patted you on the head, as before. But this became less and less. \ What he Said that her son, along with others, attacked a woman, killed her husband

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