My brother cleaned out our parent's house when it was sold as mom predeceased dad. I asked my brother for certain things of my mother's that I wanted but it was like pulling teeth to get any of it. My nieces and nephews had their pick of everything, which was unfair as I should have been able to get what I wanted of my mother's stuff. He finally sent me a box and it was filled with dollar store junk, that definitely had no sentimental value.

The odd thing is that my brother went into the navy when I was fourteen, and then when he got out, he got married and moved to Long Island, so I grew up longer with my mother's things than he did. And his kids hardly ever saw my parents. So I had more of right than they did...but I was S.O.L.

My mother's younger sister had the same taste and many of the same pieces my mom had. When my cousin was moving, she gave me a lot of her mother's things, so it sort of felt like I had my mom's things around me. Needless to say it's a very sore subject with my brother.

I don't get why people get weird like that. Sorry to be on the pity pot...

PS I'm looking forward to the next chapter of your story!