My mom hasn’t been home in about 16 years.
She had a brain stroke.
Now she lives in a special home far away from my father’s home in Virginia.
But whenever I go back to visit, I stay at my father’s house, and I see my mother’s things all around.
Her clothes are in the closets.
Her makeup is in the bathroom.
There’s even an old Apple laptop in the desk drawer.
My sisters and I ask if we can throw out all her stuff to make more space.
But my father doesn’t want to.
He wants to hang on to everything.
TOMORROW: One more useful expression with “hang”.
Cheers,
Mr. Vig
