We had just cleaned out two rooms of your father’s home the day before, just to have him fill them up again with things from the yard.

Shaking my head, I can’t help but look at you in bewilderment as I put my hands on my hips. “Heh, how does this make any sense?” I ask you with a in humorous chuckle. “We didn’t move things out just so he could move things back in.”