“Do you want to keep this?” I asked, holding the box of Christmas ornaments.
“No, no room.”
I decided to keep it.
“What about these family photos?”
“No, it’s not like I’m ever going to look at them again. I probably forgot half the people in there!”
I keep that box, too.
I’m the only one who wants to hold on to our family, keep some mementos from our lives, our history.
I weep as my parents fill the dumpster with my past.
Now we have no family home.
We just have the memories so sharp they cut like glass.… Read the rest
