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"Well it's not like he is gonna use them any more!" he exclaimed across the dinner table.
"We are not having this discussion again so cut it out. His things are still important to me
ok? Now, eat your dinner. I spent two hours making it and its quite good."
He looked across the table in front of him. It was covered with food. Roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, asparagus, sala, and lemonade lined the table from one end to the other.
"Why did you cook so much food for just the two of us? There is no way we're ever going to finish all of this. This much food could feed ten people easily..it's way too much for us."
"Well, I guess I'm just not used to it just being us. It's alright though, we can just eat leftovers for a few days," she replied.
"I hate leftovers, what were you thinking cooking so much? Did you think it was thanksgiving or something?"
"I'm just used to having more people okay?"
"God, you are never gonna let him go are you mom? He has been gone for two months already! Can't I move into his room and get rid of some of his stuff?
"He is gone. He doesn't need his stuff anymore. Why do you want it so bad anyway? Just let me move some of it, you can keep it somewhere else if you want. Let me just move a few things around."
"For the last time no! Now don't bring it up again,"
"You're not being fair! "This is bullshit!"
"Watch it!"
"He would want me to have it anyways!" he yelled while walking away from the table. He stormed down the hall and up the stairs into his room slamming his door behind him.
Frustrated, he paced in circles around his room. Ideas filled his head as he thought about his brother. "Why can't I just have his stuff? It doesn't even matter. He isn't coming back, and she has no idea what she is talking about...can't she just get over it? he told himself.
Walking into his brothers room , he saw his desk just the way he left it. "God it's messy," he said under his breath while looking at the things that covered it from side to side. His television, notebooks, loose papers, stapler, phone, old playstation, and an old iPod all crowded his desk.
"I might as well clean up a little while I'm here,"
Picking up the loose papers he put them in the trash can. He continued to look around the room for more things that would not be used, coming across a box full of old phone chargers. "I don't even know what he did with this stuff. "It's all going in the trash," he said.
He heard his mom thudding up the stairs.
"Shit! he said, leaping across the hallway into his own room.
Peaking her head into the door she said, "Goodnight sweetie. I'm sorry about the fight we had earlier. I still like seeing his room the way he had it because it is one of the few things that reminds me of him. I miss him so much. I just want you to know how glad I am to still have you."
As she left, he could see her start to peer her head into his brothers room.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" I specifically told you not to touch his room less than five minutes ago, what were you thinking?"
"I..."
"That's right, you weren't thinking at all were you?"
"He is gone, he is not going to use this stuff anyways. I was just cleaning his room up a bit anyways. Just accept that he is never coming back already and stop bothering me, I'm only trying to help,"
"How could you possibly think you were helping? This is exactly what I told you not to do."
"All you have ever done is tell me what to do! Maybe if you had given him more freedom he would have wanted to stay too...or maybe he was right.."