Chapter 200


    Where can I find their memories now?


    "Felicia," someone called out to me at the entrance of the hallway.


    It was thendy from across the hall.


    No need to ask, I knew she was here because of the demolition news.


    "Felicia, it''s such a shame this ce is getting torn down," she sighed, a rare disy of emotion from her.


    I had no words, just a face full of sadness. Thendy continued, "I just spent a fortune fixing up the ce. It hasn''t even been rented out for a month and now we have to kick people out. Such a loss."


    I said nothing.


    "Felicia, I''ve been trying to reach the young man renting from me, but he''s not answering. If you see him today, could you tell him to give me a call? And let him know about the demolition so he can start looking for a new ce and get his things in order," Thendy requested.


    "Sure," I agreed.


    "Thank you, Felicia," Thendy was polite, but then she couldn''t help but gossip, "You''ve met the young man renting my ce, right? He''s a decent guy, isn''t he?"


    I couldn''t help but smirk, "He''s alright."


    "Such high standards, Felicia. To think such a fine young man is just ''alright'' to you. If I had a daughter, I''d want him as a son-inw," Thendy obviously had a soft spot for Ernest.


    "You could always have another," I teased her.


    Normally, she might have taken offense, but there had been a buzz recently about a woman in her sixties having a baby, which made the news. Thendy justughed, "I don''t have the energy for that anymore, you''re teasing me."


    I just smiled, while she went on, "You should start packing up as well. Get rid of what you don''t need, sell what you can. I have a guy who deals in second-hand goods, pays well and is very reliable. I''ll give you his number. You can sell him whatever you don''t need."


    Her enthusiasm made it hard to refuse.


    Thendy left me a number and went on her way. I headed upstairs.


    Opening the door, I was met with a flood of memories, and my eyes instantly welled up with tears.


    Some things, it seems, you can''t keep even if you want to.


    Dad always said, let go of what you can''t keep. I knew the demolition was inevitable, so after a brief.


    moment of sadness, I started to look around the house, beginning the


    process of packing up. Content


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    I decided to start with the storeroom, leaving my room and my parents'' room untouched for now.


    While sorting things out, I made up my mind to buy my own ce soon, so I could move my parents'' belongings there.


    The old


    10 Chelf, the tricycle I used


    to ride


    a child, the gardening tools my parents used, Dad''s fishing gear, Mom''s easel...


    Each item, though old, was something I couldn''t bear to part with.


    While I was packing up, I felt even more the need to find a ce for these memories.


    At the bottom of a pile, I found an old wicker basket. I remembered it well because I have a photo of me sitting on it.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Dad said it was his backpack when he left the orphanage, akin to a suitcase back in the day.


    I opened it to find Dad''s navy blue vest, which made me think of Ernest''s green vest.


    Beneath the vest was a notebook,


    clipped with a pen. I opened it and


    recognized Dad''s handwriting The familiarity made my breath catch.


    Tears fell, blurring the ink on the page.


    I hastily tried to wipe them away, but in doing so, dropped the notebook. Something fell out.


    I picked it up. It was a contract. Flipping through it, when I saw the signatures and the seal at the end, I froze.