“I Came Home Early to Find My Parents Packing My Life Away Without Telling Me”

stood in the living room holding a clipboard like she was managing a warehouse operation. My father knelt on the hardwood floor with packing tape stretched between his hands, frozen mid-pull like someone had pressed pause on a video. Aunt Sylvia hovered near the dining table, folding one of my sweaters so slowly it was almost theatrical.

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