Cleaning Out My Closet

As they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure. This is particularly the case with my younger brother and sister. I don't know if they just desire every item I own because I own it or because they really want it, but they make packing up old junk so easy. Oh look a bunch of coloured paper i don't want, my sister gladly takes it out of my hands. She's less picky than my brother at least. He's smart, he doesn't hoard junk, just valuable items like toy planes and lego. And now that I think about it i know where they get their sweet but annoying habit from. The pair are constantly passing off random toys and drawings to me, and it's very sweet but I don't have room for this stuff. So I usually keep it on my desk for a few weeks then quietly dispose of it. It's not that I don't appreciate the thought or effort I simply just don't have room for a mountain of pre school drawings. My sister however surely does. She takes everything I give her. She takes all my paintings that I severely dislike, that kid could set up a very profitable market stall I say.

While this is all well and good for me I'm sure my mum doesn't really appreciate my kind hearted-ness just as much as the kids do. You see, she is the master of the house, the one that cleans their rooms, the one that organises the junk into neat little piles. And boy do these kids have enough junk of their own already! Added with mine their rooms have become junk yards. Sure my brother is neat but my sisters room is like a trash hoarders dream. From old sandwiches to naked dolls she's got it all in there. It's quite disgusting and I often wonder how I could be related to such an outlandishly messy human being.

And then I cast my gaze to the mirror and stare back at myself and realise, I started this all.