Before Marlon passed away, Diane hadn't been this harsh. Everything fell apart because of me. I was the reason our once-happy family was now in tatters.
So, maybe calling me a disaster wasn't entirely untrue.
As the day faded into night, Vincent had already gone to bed, but I noticed Diane quietly getting up and heading into my room.
Curiosity piqued, I followed her, my mind racing with questions.
Is she planning to check for any of my things she could toss out?
But then I remembered: all my belongings were already thrown out by her.
She must have cleaned everything up a long time ago.
I watched as Diane reached into the back of my closet and pulled out a small box.
Inside were all my certificates and awards, neatly organized.
I was surprised to find something like this hidden away in my closet—I had no idea it was even there.
Most of the space in my closet was taken up by Marlon's clothes, which I rarely used.
My stuff was always crammed into a couple of battered old suitcases.
After I started middle school, Diane had declared that Marlon's things were taking up too much room, so she moved my stuff into the closet.