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let's crack on with today's first story now today's first story does come with an update from

unc from the dunk who says am i the asshole for not charging my nephew rent after he moved in

with me and my family.

So I 44 male have an older sister, Mariam, I hope I got the pronunciation right, 47 female.

And she has a son, Javid, 18 male, with her husband Joe 51 male.

My wife and I have two daughters, one 15 and the other 12, and no sons. My daughter loves

Jared like their big brother, and in our culture, he isn't their cousin, but it's their brother.

My wife loves Javid like her own son. When I'd brooch having a baby to give our kids a brother,

she'd point out they have him as a brother. She got me thinking that way too, as I love my sister and Javid is a good

boy, but I do know he isn't my son, even if I love him like one. The point of contention is this.

In September, Javid started university and his parents evicted him and made him take out loans

because he's 18 now. This was odd to me since my parents never

did any of that. But their house, their rules. As my sister explained to me, this is what Joe's

father did with him and he thinks it had worked because it has for him. Javid moved out to a place where

he could pay low rent while also working as much as he could. He bombed all his midterms,

so he came crying to my wife and I. I didn't want to take him in because that might ruin the

relationship with my sister, which has been rocky. But my wife pointed out how much he was struggling,

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