“Would you make this house into a home for me? For us?” I ask.
“What job can you do for me today?” I ask.
He scratches his budding beard. “Uh, Ma,” he says, “can it wait for next week? I need a break.”
I nod graciously at the lad who’s been hauling boxes, hanging window coverings, putting up shelves, and doing lots of other stuff for the past 11 Fridays, all because his parents moved the family to a new house.
There’s one set of things that still waits, not so patiently, to be unboxed. Wall stuff from the home I left behind; paintings, puzzles, things like that. At first, I didn’t want them up. It felt out of sync with 2023 and the novelty of our new home. But after traversing the new hallways with bare walls for a while, I miss good, old, familiar.
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