Mom has finished packing. The bureaus are empty. The drawers are empty. The cabinets are empty. The coldbox is (almost) empty. The bookcases are empty. The walls are bare. The basement is empty. The hallways are empty. The porch is empty. Even the big table has shrunk.
Today is not the day we implement the M-word, but it will happen very, very soon. Mom was over there yesterday putting stuff away, hanging a blind in the kitchen and filling the coldbox there. Today some guys are going to suck the rugs and make them clean. Yuk! I don't even want to think about that.
I do not like it this way. I want all my stuff. Mom says I shouldn't worry, that when she goes, I'll go too, but I have heard words like "tranks" and "cage" and I am pretty sure I won't be having a lot of fun.