One by one, the kindly experts tell me to let it go.
Don’t try to repair Mom’s house. Don’t try to fix the damage done by the family that lived in it for more than 40 years. Do not spend any money. No money. Do not spend any more time. No more time. Find somebody willing to take it, and if necessary, pay him to take it — all, do not differentiate — so you can move on.
Then move on.
I do not want to move on.
I want to fix it.
I want to go back in time, to the time when I didn’t want to live there. I want to want to live there. For Mom’s sake. For the sake of us. To make it better. Cleaner. Less stinky. No longer broken. No longer built in a hurry — I want to rebuild it the way we deserve it to have been built.
I want to go home again, and I want my mom and dad to be there. Only this time, I want to be there, too.
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