"Weren't those toys in my room supposed to be thrown out? Why are they still there?"
Mother Edwards, watching TV, replied, "Those are your childhood toys. Keeping them as a memento is nice, it's such a waste to throw them away."
Mother Edwards is quite nostalgic, she keeps things like Hayes Edwards's old clothes, used baby bottles, and videos of him singing and dancing.
She likes to take them out and look at them from time to time.
Hayes Edwards grabbed a drink from the fridge, twisted open the cap, and took a couple of sips, saying casually, "They take up too much space there."
Mother Edwards couldn't take her eyes off the exciting drama on the TV, "It's just a box of toys. If you feel they take up space, I'll have your dad move them to the storage room downstairs some day."
No matter what, Mother Edwards had no intention of throwing away that box of toys.
Hayes Edwards couldn't be bothered, "Whatever."
After all, it's just... a box of toys.
