Bubbles, Beer, and a Boy Named Liam

Summary

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.