A Hard Inheritance

Unpacking the baggage from my family home

Remnants from a long life, snug in a box.

“One day, all this will be yours.”

It was a promise my mother made years ago, wanting to assure me that I’d have some sort of inheritance. I scoffed. All I’d ever wanted was to escape my childhood home.

I also knew better. I knew how little they had saved. Whatever value resided in the walls of their…