The measuring tape was a big thing in our family. It haunted us, or at least me. It reminded me of my dad, when he used to be around. Those are the days I miss more than anything. He used to build alot of things. Bookshelves and stuff. And he used the same tape measure everytime. That was before the fighting started. The late nights out began soon after them. Eventually, he just stopped showing up at all. The measuring tape's on my dresser, right next to my bed. It may seem weird that I keep it by me. It makes me feel close to him, even when he could be miles away. My moms tried to convince me to throw it away. She'd always tell me it'll help me move on. I'd always come back and say something about her not being able to move on either. That would always result to a fight. Sometimes my brother got involved. But he was pretty good with staying out of things that go on about the house. He stays when he has too. But, most nights his room is empty. The house haunts him more than any of us.
