My mom has a habit of taking in stray people -- one of those people was living with my parents until he got into legal trouble and failed a drug test. This caused my mom to pack his stuff and put it into his car so that when he gets out of jail, she can give him the keys and tell him to go away.
I helped her do the end of that cleaning today.
It felt good.
It is good to be home.
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