Staring out the window while my parents yell at one another, the check will bounce for the light bills. Outside, the late afternoon sun slants low and tired through the glass, casting long, anxious shadows across the living room carpet. The light feels thin, dusty—like even the day is exhausted by the shouting. My mother…

This is a gathering place for truth-tellers and truth-seekers. Here, we do not soften what must be said. The Legitimate Heir speaks —directly, clearly, on all matters vital to The Original One. Enter with respect, leave with clarity. Stand tall, listen deeply, and know you belong here. Welcome home