@naiya.eth
One day a week, I spend cleaning out my dad's house to get it ready to be sold. I have 6 months to go through the house I grew up in, 25 years of history in dusty and densely cluttered rooms, and Im in month 3.
Some of it's trash, a lot of it is "useful objects" like camping gear, tools, art supplies, and a great collection of neat and random oddities.
I always find things from my childhood, little momentos that he kept somewhere.
Like this book of poems that I wrote in the 5th grade (11 yo) from which I will share with you today.
It's a small glimpse into a deeply compassionate girl pondering existence: