Chapter 69. Cute Idiot

KAMIL

February 11th, xxxy

In contemplation, Precious sits around boxes of handmade wooden toys. He keeps asking for Kamil's advice but Kamil has nothing to give. His role here is to understand why, after eight years Precious thinks it's the right time to give away his mother's handmade treasures.

Precious scoffs when Kamil says this. 'Treasures', as if the actual representation of his mother's skill is not something to treasure.n

"It's gathering dust and space. It makes no sense hoarding them," he says as he twirls around a

Kamil looks around the room—at what used to be Precious's parents bedroom turned into a storage unit. Half of the boxes are who-knows-what is stored there, the other half are office necessities and supplies.

Though arranged in towering stacks of threes or four and pushed to the wall and corners, there is no argument that there isn't enough space for the toys and anything else Precious wants to stow away. The dust reasoning can