She couldn’t even hear the sounds of the television downstairs. Rachel sat in the rocker for a few moments. Maybe it was the sweet memories of cuddling the children, or the softness and the baby smells imbedded in the clothes. There was just something special about baby clothes. She didn’t know why, since she gave away many of the other out grown clothes accumulated through the years. When the kids had grown out of their baby clothes, instead of giving the items away, Rachel had saved them. She sat down in the old rocking chair positioned next to a large trunk marked “Children’s Clothes”. Rachel decided not to turn on the bulb hanging in the middle of the room. She liked that everything was illuminated with just moonlight. As Rachel moved, the attic dust swirled around her. It was a clear night and the light from the moon was pouring in gently. It would be cooler up there by then.Ī few hours later, as Marc decided to watch the ball game, Rachel climbed the stairs to the attic. Instead of going back up to the attic, Rachel decided to make dinner. She had been sitting outside longer than she had anticipated. Rachel got up and went back into the house. Rachel and Marc would be moving in another two weeks, which is why Rachel was busy up in the attic today, trying to clean out everything that had been collected, stored, or tossed up there over the last forty years. It was the perfect home for them to downsize into. The house had a lot of windows, which made it very bright. She loved to entertain so it was important for her to have the space. There was a small living room which opened into a dining area that could accommodate Rachel’s old table. One master bedroom, one guest room and one office which could become a guest room if necessary. But Marc and Rachel didn’t plan on hosting too many sleep over guests, except for the kids when they would fly in from either California or Florida. The house had three bedrooms unlike the seven she had here. The sun came shining in through the windows. It had bright white cabinets and a light floor. The kitchen was small but relatively new. Rachel loved that you could smell the ocean when you got up in the morning. It was a far cry from this one in size, but it was cozy. There were other treasures upstairs that she would have kept for sentimental reasons, but they would certainly not fit in Marc and Rachel’s new home. She had already thrown out old toys from the kids, and old clothing of theirs that they had stopped wearing a long time ago. Rachel was looking forward to some travel time with Marc, but before she could do that, she had to go through everything that was stored up in her attic. They were still quite young, in their sixties, and both of them were healthy. Marc had retired from his practice and felt it was time to get a smaller house, or an apartment, and start to travel a bit. They were the proud grandparents of 4 little girls. The children had grown and gotten married. They had raised their family in this home, and spent well over forty years here, but now it was time to move. She needed just a few minutes to cool off before she tackled the rest of the job. She had just spent the better part of the day cleaning out her attic, and it had been stifling up there. A fine breeze was blowing through the trees and Rachel wanted to take advantage of it. It had been hot all day and finally, it seemed the heat was letting up a bit.
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