ERIN
The basement is dusty and smells like mold. I sit cross-legged, sifting through the boxes of my father’s things. I’ve gone through the ones with his old clothing, even lifting a shirt to my nose to see if it still smelled like him, and I was sadly disappointed when it didn’t. Some of these things can go to charity, but only when my mom is ready.
I woke up early and brought my coffee down here. I’m not sure what I’m hoping to find, but I’ll know it when I do. I don’t bother looking through the boxes that are labeled with Ethan’s name because I already know what’s in there. There wasn’t enough time for him to accumulate anything near like what my dad has. Ethan’s belongings are Lego’s and action figures, posters, and old little league trophies.
I’m certain it was more difficult to pa
