Sarah fought the good fight but lost the war

Sarah was prone in the living room area with a mound of boxes that were scattered and their contents were strewn over the floor. Pieces of china, some books, and a good bunch of boxes marked "DAD'S CLOTHES-BEDROOM" were pierced with all sorts of shards.

"SARAH?!?"

The young girl shook her head and picked herself back up from the floor and looked a bit sheepishly at her father. "Sorry, dad, I tried to be as quiet as possible but I thought I could get some clothes for you to wear when the boxes just...well..tipped. Then one after another until there was this."

He sighed and after helping pick her up some things, he turned and looked at the full container of his clothes that were ruined. "I can possibly save some socks and underwear but no pants, shirts...they're all awash now." Arron ran a hand through his wet hair in a bit of frustration. "We don't have enough money for me to replace all of these things right now, not until we get things settled and I can find a job."

For the next few minutes, the two of them cleaned up the glass quietly, each lost in their own thoughts. Sarah was more confused than her father but she didn't say anything, wondering if he realized that she had made a mistake and given him some clothes that belonged to her mother or that he actually filled them out better than she had thought he would. The yoga pants from last night and now the stretchy leggings he was wearing now did nothing to flatter his male physique but it brought ample attention to his legs and his butt which, as strange and weird as it sounded, she noticed was just as pert and shapely as hers.

Arron, for his part, just finished up cleaning as much of the mess off the floor as possible before he sighed again (seemed like he was doing that a lot these past few days). "Well, thank goodness you still have some of those loose clothes of mine. I can wear those until I get settled in and get some money coming in."

Sarah nodded weakly, deciding not to mention anything about the origin of the clothes, at least for the time being. "Sure, dad. I'll get lunch going."