When my father saw me looking at him, he quickly resumed his smile. "I should do it myself. I need to throw some things I don’t need anymore away too.”

As soon as I heard him say that, I knew he was thinking about it, so I quickly seized the opportunity to convince him to follow through. "We’ll have some peace of mind after we deal with that. It’ll be better to not have to think about what things are like there every year. Won’t that just be asking for trouble?"

“But we should never forget our roots,” he said.

"Dad. Aren't I part of your roots? You should be wherever I am too." I said confidently.

My dad smiled but didn’t say anything. He was probably still thinking about how to handle this.

Atlas understood what I was thinking and said, "Chlo is right, Dad. You should just settle down here. I'll send someone with you to help pack your things and deal with the house one day."

"It’s okay. Your mom and I can go back together when the time comes. It'll be easy to deal with the house