The green cushions are gone, so are the stuffed animals. I had taken away the lights adorning tree branches.
Mother didn’t know I would grow up to be an animal rights activist. She enjoyed the hunting trips with her husband, and the subsequent exotic meat parties so much. Both left for their heavenly abode, within a span of a few months. The house is on sale, and I am completing the formalities.
I feel my eyes brimming with tears, as I affix a rubber stamp on the papers. It is the end of an era of warmth, comfort and hospitality.
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Letting go, so bittersweet.
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Thanks, Susi!
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Nostalgic.
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Yeah… Thanks!
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Change has always been hard. Especially when we lose our green covers and head towards unknown territories. Without our close ones to back us up.
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In search of a real forest ☺
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Differences we may have do nothing to lessen the love we have for those departed. Beautifully written Reena.
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Thanks, Keith!
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I find it encouraging she was able to let go of her parents. Many women would hesitate out of guilt for ridding themselves of their parents belongings, despite their ambivalence toward them. Nicely done Reena.
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Thanks! I would do it too.
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This is a really great story in one hundred well used words.
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Thank you so much, Michael!
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Once again Reena you’ve said a huge amount about human relationships in so few words. Very well woven.
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Thanks a lot!
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‘Exotic meat parties’ is enough to put me off!
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It does that to many people.
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