This was the house my dad moved to after the divorce. I grew up in this neighborhood. I remember bike rides with my neighborhood friends and the hidden forts we had in the desert space between the house and how we would hide there from our parents even when they got mad. I remember waiting for the bus with my friend Alex, at 6 am even when it was still dark out. Her dad had passed away the year before. I remember she asked how I would feel if my dad wasn't here anymore either, and then one day he wasn't.