I have had stuff in storage for a long time. dad was sick and touch and go for a while. We collect Lego together. I had bought an IKEA Ribba for my minifig collection and it went on hold when he went to the hospital. I bagged up my minifigs and some small sets. We're talking real sick. Finally he relearns how to walk, gets discharged, and its his first real out on the town day. He wants to go to the lego store. We go, he offers to buy me a small set because things have been so rough. But I know he doesn't have the money, but he insists, and instead ends up paying for my PAB cup full of 2x4s for my Ribba. I'm finally trying to get my life and my apartment back together after spending long nights at the hospital, and I've been cleaning and organizing everything. I brought home the PABs and went to set them up in the Ribba with my dad. You know, a project we could do together. We went to experiment with the display pattern and I pull out my bag of minifigs.... and it's a bag of trash. I threw out the minifigs and put the trash in the closet.
R2D2, C3PO, the Stormtroopers, Mickey and Minnie, Genie, Stitch, the doubledecker couch- Benny, Emmet, Wildstyle, Unikitty, The Ghost of Morgan Freeman, President Business, the Simpson family, Abu, and some various blindbags, all gone.
He offered me his handful of figs, but mostly he enjoys building sets, doesn't usually keep the figs, he was giving them to me or my brother. He only keeps his favorites, and I feel too bad to take his favorites. I cried a little, /toy/.
