All my life, Mom always had a walk-in closet. Even while our house was being renovated to make space for my adoptive sister’s growing family, Mom still made sure that there was space for a walk-in closet upstairs. This time, though, she had the closet door concealed.
Her clothes are still here, here closet is still her, but she no longer is.
Maybe someday, I’ll have my own walk-in closet too.