On the first day we moved in, the apartment was filled with cardboard boxes.My dad, Frank Lupin, was crouched in the living room studying the newly purchased furniture.My mom, Mary Lupin, was helping my sister, Kalista Lupin, assess her jewelry and clothes.My brother, Keane Lupin, was busy sorting through his combat manuals.I was the only one who had been working nonstop from the afternoon until late at night.I made my parents' bed.I hung up Kalista's clothes.I then crouched on the floor and arranged Keane's dozens of pairs of hunting boots on the shoe rack one pair at a time.By the time every room had been organized, only my six cardboard boxes remained outside the bathroom.Mom glanced at them and casually said, "Don't unpack your things yet. There's nowhere to put them anyway. In a few days, we can move them down to the storage unit."I opened the top box.Inside were the certificates of commendation I had accumulated during my years in the guard, scattered missio
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