Dad's Delivery

Once upon a time we lived near a place called Dad's Deli. Instead of Dad's Deli, we have Dad's Delivery. Since The Missionaries started cleaning out their house, they have delivered items to all of the children except Anna and the only thing that's keeping them from Anna is the 1 1/2 hour drive. You come home to see your childhood on your front porch and you're forced to go through it (and throw away at least half of it).  

Nice touch, Dad.