He arrived to find tens of cardboard boxes stacked outside the back door ready for use.
He stepped inside cautiously like a cat tiptoeing around obstacles.
“Hello? Anyone here?”
“I’m in here!” His mum’s voice was faintly heard from the attic.
She was sitting around a series of memories, handkerchief in hand.
“I saw a fridge dumped on the way home yesterday; so I decided to de-clutter the house”, she explained.
He looked around. There was a lifetime of objects, which to him didn’t mean much.
“In our time, when something broke, we fixed it instead of throwing it away”.
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