This is a repost of a short essay I wrote earlier this year, and published on Tumblr. This is the last of the articles I wanted to import from Tumblr, so now Tumblr can burn down for all I care.
My mother is a hoarder, and her large house is approximately 90% filled with junk. I have, on multiple occasions, given her origami models, either as gifts, or because a lot of it’s just sitting in a storage box in my apartment anyways. I later see these scattered around the house.