Three cardboard boxes in a hallway closet changed everything after forty years

her fingers pressing hard against the bridge of her nose as she squinted at the men.

One of the men hammered a wooden stake into the ground near my lilac bushes. He tied a strip of pink plastic ribbon to the top of the wood and let it flutter in the breeze.

“They said they are marking the boundary lines,” I said.

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