She must love me more...

On the day when we emptied the PODS...

The day that was well into the 90's...

The day that was humid... icky, sticky, humid...

The day after we had already spent days and days and days cleaning... in the heat and humidity...

On that day - as my sister Darlin and I were shoving the boxes and bins and other such nonsense around in the heat of the third floor attic storage room...

I told her that I thought she must love me more than I love her...

...because I wasn't all that sure I'd be able to do all the same stuff for her if she ever moved that she'd done for me during the previous couple weeks...

In the heat and humidity - through the dust and the dirt...

I'm pretty sure she must love me more...