End of an era

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.

 

Sunday Photo Fiction

16 thoughts on “End of an era

  1. I find it encouraging she was able to let go of her parents. Many women would hesitate out of guilt for ridding themselves of their parents belongings, despite their ambivalence toward them. Nicely done Reena.

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