她留下了一团糟（4）

    i uest room i’ve alro back,  she can stay in the basement or sleep on the couch.

    my ruthlessness returns eance. dresses,  sgings,  and shoes she hasn’t rade are crammed into garbage bags.

    her thoughtlessness appalls me. did i raise her to be like this? to treat  her like the child she is.

    “fa la la,  mom,  i am off to conquer the ger and better things. do be a dear and take care of this piffle. ”

    i am a plague of locusts emptying the closet. trohts：one for goode and small,  knick-knacks,  felt pennants, posters,  hair bands,  and pink foam rollers. the job groer the longer i am at it.  hoirl collect so much in only t arbage bags until the plastic strains. i haul them dos at a time. donations to goodo into the trunk of my car; trash goes to the curb. sht i le. i strip off the comforter,  blanket,  sheets,  mattress pad,  and pillo quarters into laundromat machines,  she’ll appreciate the years of clean clothes i’ve provided for free.

    i turn the mattress. a large manila envelope is marked “do not throraphs, letters, greeting cards, and notes filled le item had passed from my hand to hers.

    “do not thro ry to stay.

    i retrieve garbage bags from the car and the curb. clothes and shoes go back into the closet. i remake the bed and pile it htening up, ” i tell him. “can you find some boxes for her stuff?”

    he brings up cartons from the basement.“she left a mess,” he says.“i don’t mind. ” i reply.“she’s not coming back,” he says. his anger is gone, and no back. someday my daughter,  the an, entos of childhood will await her. so will i.</p>

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