Returning to the House: A Flood of Memories
A week after he transferred his father to the old age home, Mark returned to the family house for the task of sorting the remaining items. He had plans to speedily collect valuables, remove furniture, and sell the house. But when he went inside, old wood fragrance and scent of the used perfume rushed a heap of memories inside him. With each board of his creaky floorboards and photographs pasted on his walls, it reminds him of how a full life has flourished through these doors.
As Mark wandered through empty rooms, he started feeling the real weight of his decision. This was not just a house; this was a home. It held the stories of love between his parents, the milestones of his childhood, and the echoes of family dinners and celebrations. And now, by selling it, Mark realized that he was not just parting with property, but was erasing part of his identity.
