After my uncle left, I had Goodwill come by, and they took the big stuff from my parent's room and their clothes. I also had them take the furniture downstairs. This left me with nothing to sit on but the floor and the stools that sat at the counter in the kitchen. And for now, I was ok with it. I still wasn't sure if I was going to sell the house or not, but either way, the whole house needed new flooring and needed to be painted. There were also boxes of things to go through. My parents had kept everything. Every piece of mail, bill, and anything that came in the mail was in boxes in the basement. Along with everything I ever did in school growing up. Every picture I drew or colored, every art project from school, every assignment I ever brought home. I had brought up all the boxes from
