As The Good Times Fade

4

My dad says bye to them and we walk towards the car. I get in and we drive home in silence. He pulls into the driveway. I walk inside. He brings in boxes. I look at him.

"How is this all getting there?" I ask.

"We're getting rid of most of it." He says. I nod and walk up to my room. I throw junk into the boxes. I see my jewelry box. I open it and pick up my mom's wedding ring. I frown and put it back. I finish throwing out stuff and putting stuff that we can get rid of in the boxes. My room is spotless when I finish packing. My dad takes the boxes to a thrift store and sells them. I pack the things that I'll take with me and put them in the car. Then I go to bed.