Boxes stacked up to the ceiling.
Charlie could not believe that his entire life 1/ could be broken into pieces and stuck in cardboard boxes 2/ would still take so much place. And all he could think about was “Gosh, if they were empty, I’d pile them on the ground and jump on them from the third floor. That would be so rad. Total instant fame material.”
His sister snooped in his room and hugged him.
« I dunno how I’m gonna deal with all the stuff », he admitted.
« Don’t worry, mom’s gonna take care of everything. Happy 25, big bro. »