Some things are heavier than they look. Glass shower doors, for example. Or history you’ve spent your whole life trying not to trip over. The past three days, my dad and I have been attempting to install these ridiculously designed doors on the bathtub. If you’ve never tried it, just imagine solving a jigsaw puzzle while the pieces actively fight back. Now add tools, swear words, and a slight suspicion that the instruction manual was translated from another language by someone who’s never...
It started with one drawer. Just one. But drawers have a way of multiplying. One becomes three. Three becomes a cabinet. And before you know it, you’re knee-deep in objects that whisper stories you didn’t even know you remembered. Some of the things are easy to toss. Expired coupons. Cracked rubber bands. A lid with no container. But other things… they sit heavier in your hand. A note. A broken watch. A Christmas ornament with a name you haven’t said out loud in a long time. It’s...
I was only trying to make space. Sweep out the corners, clear a path for something new. But old rooms don’t like to be disturbed. They hiss when you move things that were meant to stay buried. Tucked in the back, under a layer of dust and denial, was a small velvet trap. It looked harmless—maybe even precious. But when I opened it, it bit back. Inside were two little circles. Perfect loops, no beginning or end—just like the story they belonged to. I’d been blamed for their disappearance...