Is this how it starts? Is this how carefully organized, nicely decorated homes turn into junk piles? Fio remembers Husband's aunt's house, and his sister's house, even the house of his family's life-long maid, and the winding trails between stacks of stuff the three of them had collected through the years. Did his aunt and his sister and the maid all start out with the good intention of honoring those who had gone before them? When does honoring turn into hoarding? How can one move forward when one is immersed in the past?