"In May 2010, Greg entered his childhood home for the first time in nearly 18 years. He’d driven the two-and-a-half hours from Burbank to his mother’s home in San Diego after she’d failed to answer the phone and missed a dialysis appointment. Greg figured something was wrong. Even though he’d stayed away from the house for years, he and his mother remained close."Inheriting The Hoard - Via Metafilter
An old boyfriend's parents were hoarders but of course I didn't know what it was. I just thought "wow, they didn't put the ten tons of tupperware away before I came for dinner!
ReplyDeleteJust between you and me Mr. Nag hoards if I turn my back for a minute.
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