Selling Your Sons' Things Online

Home sweet home, whatever shape or form.

Those kids treat Christmas dinner mothers spend weeks preparing, like a drive thorough window. Order the hamburger combo, eat in the car and zoom off somewhere where there’s wi-fi. A group e-mail of neglected neighborhood mothers is making the rounds, about how to instill fear in their selfish minds.

‘Be here a week before Christmas.’

‘Mama, I can’t make it before then.’

‘Fine, We’ll sell all the things in your old room. We are turning the house into an AirBNB.’

That should shock your kids into solidarity. They never talk to each other although all 3 live in the state of New York. They meet for sushi and the decision is unanimous. They must get home as soon as possible.

Cleaning Their Rooms

It turns out to be quite funny actually, because old clothes look bizarre, hairstyles ridiculous and class photos are fuzzy. They try on old shoes but feet cannot slide through. They turn the knob on their old radio and hostile static crashes in. Nostalgia creeps in. They ask their father about colorful people in the neighborhood. He gives glorious accounts of the town’s only NFL star turned coach at some state university, or hangs his head in sadness about what secret addiction did, to their high school principal, Tomalis Townsend.

Kids are so happy exchanging childhood stories, they don’t realize parents just wanted them home early for Christmas and it is not about cleaning their rooms or AirBNB. It is about memories, and the privilege of calling someone brother and sister.

Nonqaba waka Msimang

Executive Blogger

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