NovelBookChapter 195 Where else could I find memories of my parents? "Maddie." A voice called out toat the entrance. It was Olivia from across the building.
I knew that she had cbecause of the demolition notice.
"Maddie, it's such a pity that this place is going to be demolished." It was rare that Olivia sounded so emotional.
I had no response, only a face full of sadness. Olivia continued, "I just spent money fixing up the place. and it hasn't even been rented out for a month. Now I have to evict the tenant. It's such a loss." I didn't know what to say.
"Maddie, I called the young man renting the place but he didn't pick up. If you see him today, tell him to callback.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Also, inform him about the demolition so he can prepare and start looking for another place. He should start packing his stuff," Olivia requested.
I agreed to her request. "Got it." "Thank you, Maddie," Olivia politely thankedbefore switching to gossip mode. "Have you met the young man renting my place? He's a nice guy, isn't he?" I chuckled. "He's alright." "Maddie, you must have high standards. Is such an excellent young man just alright? If I had a daughter, I'd make him my son-in-law. Olivia was clearly impressed with Brandon. "You can always have another child," I joked.
If it were any other time, she might feel I was being disrespectful, but there was recently an ongoing viral news.
It was about a sixty-year-old woman giving birth again. Olivia laughed. "Quit it. I can't possibly do that." I just smiled. Olivia in went on, "You should start packing your stuff too. Throw away what you don't need and sell what you can.
"I have the number of a reliable scrap collector who offers good prices. I'll give you his number. You can sell him anything you have to get rid of." Her enthusiasm made it hard forto refuse.
Olivia lefta number and left. I went upstairs.
When I opened the door and looked over the place that was filled with memories, my eyes suddenly stung with tears.
Sthings couldn't be kept, no matter how much I wanted to.
My dad used to tellthat I had to let go of things I couldn't keep. I knew that the demolition was Inevitable, so after a moment of sadness, I began to assess the place and started packing.
I had to stay in my room, and I couldn't bear to mess with my parents' room, so I decided to start with the storage room.
As I was packing, I decided that I needed to buy my own place soon so I could move my parent's belongings there. Chap 195 2/2 An old bookshelf, a kids bike I used to ride, my dad's fishing kit, and my mom's easel...
All the items were old and used, but I couldn't bear to throw them away.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs I packed the items I felt the increasing need to buy a house to store them.
I found an old wicker trunk under the heaps of items. I remen beredit because had a photo taken while sitting on it.
My dad said it was his storage container when he left he left theorphanage, the equivalent of a modern-day suitcase.
I opened it and found my dad's navy blue tank top. It remindedof Brandon's green tank top.
I Underneath the tank top was a notebook with a pen clipped to it opened it and saw my dad's handwriting. The familiar sight madecatch my breath. Tears immediately fell, landing on the handwriting and smudging the ink.
I quickly tried to wipe it away, but the notebook slipped from my hands. Something fell out.
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