I remember him getting annoyed with me when I would leave knives in the sink. I remember when I came into the kitchen, I don’t remember the day or what went on prior, but I remember the speech I got about how those knives were expensive and I should be more vigilant about his belongings. I remember feeling stupid, and feeling embarrassed. I was much younger than him and in that moment I felt 11. I remember feeling like I had done a good job, making sure the dishes in his sink were always clean or in the drying rack when he came home. But I remember him being so upset about my mistreatment of his expensive things. I have remembered that every day since, and I have made sure that there is never a knife in the water of a soaking pot, and there is never a knife in the dishwasher since. I remember how I felt then, and I see that I should have found it strange how much you wanted to preserve the most important things in your life, but it was never us.