"You're sure you want to keep this?" I said, holding the miniature baseball bat that I got when I was 10 years old.
Roger smiled, "Seth, of course I do." He reached over and grabbed the bat out of my hand. He muttered something about memories and sat it down on the desk behind him.
I had begun packing up my things at Roger's house. Roger and my mom married when I was ten. Six years later they divorced but Roger had been the only father I had ever known, so we maintained a relationship. I was heading off to college in a few months so I figured it was best to start packing the stuff I had left in my room at Roger's house before my mom and I moved out. Roger had always wanted to make sure that I had a room at his place and I used it on occasion, but I figured it was time to move on. I didn't have to have a room at his house to have a relationship with him.
I continued to rummage through my drawers and Roger just lingered in the doorway.
"Don't look so glum, I'm only going to be a few hours away."
"I know, it's just going to be weird for a little while." Roger said frowning.
"I will be back every other weekend and you can come visit me whenever you want."
"I will make sure to come up and annoy the crap out of you." Roger said laughing.
I smiled back at him and continued to go through some of my stuff. Separating stuff I was going to keep from the stuff I was going to donate as I went. Roger turned and went down the hall. I sighed as I watched him, he seemed so lonely.
I spent hours in that room going through stuff. I lost track of time and realized it had gotten late. I sent a text to my mom to let her know I was going to stay at Roger's. I walked down the hall to the living room where Roger was.
"Hey, bud." He said. He looked as if he had been dozing for awhile.
"I'm going to crash here for the night if it's okay"