I Bought My Childhood Home at Auction

rows. Dust covered everything.

I widened the opening and squeezed through.

My flashlight landed on labels written in my father’s handwriting.

“Mortgage.”
“Bills.”
“Tom.”

My stomach twisted.

I opened the first box. Inside were dozens of letters, many written in Uncle Tom’s careless scrawl.

“Drew, I swear this is the last time.”
“Drew, I have nobody else to ask.continue reading …