mixed reactions
My parents seemed humbled, ready to accept any terms, but my brother’s reaction was less cooperative.
He folded his arms, a scowl forming on his face. ‘Is all this really necessary?’ he grumbled. His resistance didn’t surprise me; if anything, it solidified my determination.
Noting the difference in how my parents and brother reacted heightened my need to address his attitude directly.
Resistance or not, this was happening on my terms.