She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

trophies went in first.

Then the posters, rolled carefully.

Then the books, the old video games, the framed photos of him at various ages.

Everything that turned my spare room into a museum of someone else’s childhood.

By noon, the room was empty except for furniture.

I stood in the doorway and felt something loosen in my chest.

This was my house now.

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