The green cushions are gone, so are the stuffed animals. I had taken away the lights adorning tree branches.
Mother didn’t know I would grow up to be an animal rights activist. She enjoyed the hunting trips with her husband, and the subsequent exotic meat parties so much. Both left for their heavenly abode, within a span of a few months. The house is on sale, and I am completing the formalities.
I feel my eyes brimming with tears, as I affix a rubber stamp on the papers. It is the end of an era of warmth, comfort and hospitality.