Bubbles, Beer, and a Boy Named Liam
Language: en
My family bought me a small apartment. I called Liam. "Tell your sister I won't be home tonight. I'm coming over to drink and celebrate with you. We have a home now." "I'm not going back tonight; I'm sleeping over." An excited reply came from the other end. "Okay, I'll tell her." An hour later, I was staring wide-eyed at his five-year-old sister in my living room. Her chubby little hand raised a juice box to clink with my glass. "Cheers, brother~" Me: ... I called him back to question him. "I told you to tell your sister I wasn't putting her to bed tonight, that you were coming…