Moved In

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)

Alessandro and I had just finished cleaning the house from top to bottom. My room was not necessarily dirty, but it was not tidy either, so we had a bit of work to do in there as well. My parents’ room was the hardest of them all to tackle because I could not collect myself mentally to even think about them without breaking down. It got to a point where Alessandro volunteered to clean it by himself. We did not empty their room or anything of the sort because I did not want to make it seem as though they were gone forever. I wanted to feel as though there was a chance for them to come back to me one day. Due to this, I made Alessandro simply change the sheets on their bed and we packed all of the laundries into a garbage bag to be taken to be laundered.

I may like my independence, but I still refuse to do my own laundry. When my parents were alive, I never wanted them to spoil me like that by doing basic chores I would no