Doing the laundry is like deciphering a treasure map. You realize that your favorite, yellow shirt wasn't actually lost; it was stolen by your sister, who has matured past her tom-boy phase. You realize that that you can't tell the difference between your dad and little brother's t-shirts anymore. Why hadn't you noticed his sudden growth spurt? You admit to yourself that your mom doesn't intentionally wear the same outfit over and over again; it's actually one of the only few things she owns. You notice that without your mom's help, your dad's lack of style is more apparent by his green, polka dotted socks. You find the $149.87 receipt to American Eagle, crumbled up and stained, realizing that the shopping spree wasn't really necessary. You notice that there's no spare change in the pockets like there used to be; every penny counts now. You realize that when you actually thought you knew everything, that you cared, and that you were going on the right path, you didn't. you weren't. instead, you were digging a deeper hole...in the wrong place.