I had to hire a maid just to clean my dad’s fridge out. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I opened the door and had to take a shower just from the smell, and still I felt the funk clinging to me. Just thinking about opening the door again had me back in the shower two more times before the maid showed up. While she cleaned, I stayed outside in my car.
While waiting, I called my sister. Apparently, she kept adding food to the fridge without taking anything out unless the new food wouldn’t fit, and she was only taking stuff out from the front. She thought someone was cleaning it between times. I don’t know how she didn’t SMELL the fridge. I can still smell it and I’ve been sitting in the clean car for over an hour.
How do people live like that? I can’t even think about having that much filth in my house let alone my fridge. I hope the maid can get that fridge clean. I don’t know if I can go back in there if she can’t. I should have visited more often, checked in. He hated how fidgety I got I when couldn’t clean, and I couldn’t see him hate.
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