Later that day I was tired, completely spent. My head aches like never before, I stayed in my room until the noise downstairs died down then I came out and made my way to my father's room. My uncle and his family moved into the house after my father died, if I am being completely honest they already started moving in little by little when he was still in the hospital under the guise of keeping me company and taking care of me According to my uncle, it was the only way to make sure it remains in the family, unlike other properties that were seized as a result of him "embezzling the company's funds" I walked through his closet, his scent lingered in the air and it still looked well arranged. Some of mum's things were still there the ones I didn't pack the last time I helped in arranging his room. I knew he loved Mama but I thought he would have moved them by now. The clothes were mixed in with his own on the hanger, the folded ones were arranged in a very distinct way, he practic
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