"Are you keeping any of mom's things in this closet?"
I sorted through the neverending number of dresses my mother had managed to pack into the closet in front of me as I called out to my dad. Stacked beside me were several boxes and trash bags filled with various clothes and items I had already sorted through in the room.
"I'll leave it up to you! I have the few keepsakes I wanted, so honestly, it's whatever you want to keep for yourself."
(Whatever I want to keep for myself, huh? Maybe some of my old stuff, but that's all in the attic. Wait, what's this?)
There was an old brown leather photo album sticking out of a box in the back of the closet. I didn't recognize the album, which was strange since mom had always kept albums and other similar family things out to show off to people.
