I helped my mother move out of her apartment today.
She had been living there since I was born, and it was about time for her to find somewhere better. Her furniture was heavy, but I managed to get it in my truck alone, easily enough. Her television was a pain, but it fit cozily between my front and back seats.
The pictures of the family were placed in my passenger seat, so that I could look at them while I waited for street lights to signal. There was one of me drenched in mud in the park nearby, way back in the 90s, that gave me a slight chuckle. Another photo of me and my mother, embracing each other at a football game after the final touchdown made our team victorious.
I couldn’t stop smiling as I placed them in the seat. Moving her mattress was a little tougher, but after throwing away the sheets, it was easier to handle and slid nicely into my truck bed.
There was some dirty kitchen ware that she had no need for in their state, so I had to throw those away along with the sheets.
Her body, though, was a pain to stuff into the storage box.
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Credits to: Neon_Platypus1
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