I once heard about two sisters who after inheriting their parents home, lived together. This arrangement worked out well until one of the sisters got her feelings hurt by the other one and they fought back and forth until they decided they had to divide the house in two and not speak to each other again. So they lived in the same house not speaking or having anything to do with each other. How sad. How much they both missed out on over the bitterness that came from an offence. I’m not talking about the use of the whole house but rather a precious relationship and the happiness and comfort that they could have had together.