Kamal shrugged. "I don't know. To me, stuff has always just been...stuff. Use it for awhile, and when it's worn out, get new stuff. Life goes on."
In truth, no one had ever cared about him long enough to give him something he valued enough to keep forever. The few leftover pieces of his early childhood had either been lost while transferring from foster home to foster home or put away and forgotten when he inevitably outgrew them. But he didn't want to tell her that. He didn't like talking about it, and he didn't want to burden her with it.
"Of course," he said, smiling fondly. "Crayons are the best for doodling random stuff."