The last time David Emami saw his brother, Roger, was when their mother had passed away nearly ten years before. Simply put: David disliked everything about his brother.
Roger was noisy, social, and always had an opinion about everything. However, Roger had recently been fired from his job and was forced to move, so David had no choice but to come over and help him sort through their mother’s stuff, because if he didn’t, Roger was planning on donating it all to the Goodwill. So, David began his drive to Lake Oswego, which was just on the other end of Portland.
“It’s been a long time, brother!” said Roger as he attempted to hug David. David stood there while being embraced, making the hug an awkward one.
David quickly pulled away.
“Can we get this over with? Laurence Welk is starting in an hour and Fred will die if she misses it.
“Fred? She? What are you talking about?”
“My cat, Fred,” said David, rather annoyed.
“You want a diet root beer?” asked Roger.
David grimaced. “I’d rather drink gasoline,” he replied as he continued going through the pile.
His mother had left behind basically anything that ever said, “Collector’s Edition,” which in all reality rarely means it’s of any worth.
“Why would she keep this junk?” he asked as he threw aside a Rosie O’Donnell Barbie doll.
Near the bottom of the pile, he found an old picture of his father in an antique frame.
David’s heart skipped a beat. His father was a harsh man that raised the kids as if they were recruits in the Army. It was the only way he knew how to raise children.
“This is all I want,” said David as he flashed the picture to Roger.
“Well, see you later, I guess,” said David as he walked to his car.
“Love ya, bro.”
David looked at his brother. “You too.” He then slipped into his car and drove away.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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