We drive tomorrow, to drop her off.
This pile has been slowly growing in the corner of her room, and today it took over. A day of sorting through every item saved up to this moment, and deciding if it stays, or goes.
The last day home as a fully dependent child.
And who do I find in the closet, as we sort through the past 18 years together.
He’s been around since she was a newborn, her first stuffed animal. I remember buying him.
And now he’s all I’ll have to hold on to for a while.