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All I can see are books the house nourishes of that smell. The smell has a mixture of crusty wood and the mustiness of the yellow pages that are turned when they get old. It doesn’t bother me, it gives me comfort like eating the comfort food from your own mother. Since childhood I remembered the piles of books sitting on the shelves and gathered in a carton box in the basement. I would open them, and saw the difference of context from the stories that I read, and full of my handwriting of my dad’s. The themes of the books are about religion; he studied religion for about 20 years. My father loves literature, but now he doesn’t have the time to really enjoy them. He used to read me every night and talked about the Bible. His black eyes would light up, and you could see the deep color of his pupils get brighter. My father was very passionate, but I don’t understand why he didn’t throw or donate the books. Now he doesn’t even touch or read them, he has too much work to do. He wakes up and goes to work and gets home really late.  My mother hates that he doesn’t let go of this; we have dozens of carton boxes throughout my house. Each time I see my father, he looks more tired, that makes my heart ache. The books are the same, when I see them I feel sad, curious of my father’s life, of his past.  Sometimes we have a conversation of his past, but not really that deep. Of how he was a pastor and left the church and became agnostic. He lost a numbered of friends in this process. In that time he was more thoughtful, kind and loveable. He lacks of them, but it’s still a part of his personality. For example the books of the papers has the same significance; when the books were brand new the letters are the same as when the pages turned yellow and old. Maybe, the books are in a way a place that he doesn’t want to forget. A time of his life, that he was innocent and happy.  When he sees them he feels comfort. The books that are lying all around my house, has so many memories to cherish. And, he can’t let go of this, because this is what makes him happy when times are hard. Everybody, has something in their past that they can’t let go of.