Finch had long and really curly golden hair, it kind of seemed,, set up. Finch put her hair up in a messy bun. I guess I never really thought her ask her why she was in there. She was so beautiful, what could she have done? Finch hung her head down to look at me from the bunk bed, I was reading The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. Finch told me that she wanted to color, so I crawled into the floor with her and started to sort through the colored pens, that's when she put her hand on my right cheek and leaned in closer.
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Once the disgusting living room was done, I headed upstairs to my mom's room.
This was the part I was kind of scared of. I knew there would be pictures of me and my father.
I opened the door, walked in and looked around. I started to tear up.
The smell of old perfume and clean laundry was so nostalgic it made me want to die.
I picked up and cleaned off her bed, throwing her old clothes into a basket off to the side to take to a donation center. I hated the smell, my face remained scrunched the whole time I was cleaning up. On her Chester drawers, there was more hair products.
I tossed all of those away and took the pictures from her mirror down, tearing them in half and throwing them away, along with the pictures on the wall.
I decided to leave her furniture.
I vuccumed the room and began to go through the drawers, holding back tears when I saw the countless memory books and pictures. I threw them all away, I hated everything about my father. I was going to throw away this one picture, but I noticed there was someone cut out, maybe an old friend, but
the figure was kid sized, next to me.