Every trip I’ve made to my mother’s house has me cleaning, moving boxes, making room for more boxes, and scrubbing down spaces that haven’t been cleaned in months. Possibly even years.
This last attempted visit was no different. Attempted because the plan was to stay for a month. I lasted 5 days.
The mess had grown exponentially since my last visit in August. I wasn’t in the door a few hours when I was asked to move boxes - stacks of them - to get to one box with one thing she thought she needed. The good daughter I am, I jumped to it, doing all the things my doctor told me not to do after Moh’s Surgery on my face.
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