The Forgotten Inheritance

Tommy was in his early twenties. He had lost his father only a few weeks earlier and had finally gathered the courage to return to the small antique shop he had inherited. The shelves were covered in dust, just as he remembered. So were the memories. Too many arguments. Too many things left unsaid. He was still angry with his father, yet standing in the empty shop made his eyes sting. - It's all just junk. - Who would ever buy those?