Love Letters to the End

By now, the zip of packing tape unnerved my spine. Cardboard dust skimmed my skin. We had one last room of my parents’ house to go.

“Let’s get this over with.” I handed my sister a box.

The oversized room used for Christmas decorations and the edgy books, not fit for the family bookcase, was packed. My energy drained. “We’ll donate this to the church?” I toed a red sleigh to clear a path to the back.

My sister prodded the woven rope that decorated their banister every December. “The Girls’ Club, maybe?”