It was the musty, dark garage with two tiny windows. Sort of square-ish in shape.
No one needed a guru to tell what Aaliyah’s favorite place had been. To her, it had been the world. It had seemed that the whole earth with all its seven billion people fit into that tiny, often overlooked room. And now that she was gone, it felt so odd.
No one had ever understood why she liked the room. Daniel vividly remembered all the times he had met his daughter huddled up in the corner, staring out the oblong-ish windows. He had wanted to pull her out, wanted her to have friends other than his old tools. It had bothered him what the gloomy room was doing to his daughter’s psyche. And so now, it felt quite weird now that he was sitting here looking at those same old tools, wishing that she had been huddled in that corner like the past nine years…