It Will Never Be

I fold another sweater and shove it into the cardboard box in front of me, not bothering to keep it neat.

It will be a pain to dig through the box and figure out where everything is, but I don’t care.

Mother hums to herself as she walks down the hallway from her room to the hallway bathroom. She seems to be unbothered by the chaotic mess.

Clothes, books and random things are scattered everywhere