Pro tip for anyone living in a 30-foot box: when the rain starts, the sound on the tin roof is either a lullaby or a panic attack, depending entirely on what side of the door your little sister is sleeping.

It's the little things that turn into big things. The drip in the corner that wasn't there yesterday. The way the light from the diner sign flickers just right to make shadow puppets on the wall for exactly 17 minutes before the timer shuts it off. The specific brand of canned soup that doesn't make her gag. You learn to count every single one. You have to.

Some people collect stamps. I collect contingencies.

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