Relocated resources.

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"Marcy, we really need to have a talk about all this junk in Toms room" mummy says as she carefully steps over a box of night lights, when she wasn't looking I quickly took another one out of my satchel and added it to the collection, it was my latest find; it glows yellow when you plug it it into the wall and it's shaped as a sun. I think Tom will like it. "It's a organised mess mummy" I tell her.
"I still think we should re-consider why you're steal all this baby crap" she says, turning around and staring at me. She had her apron on that I made for her 3 years ago, it's falling apart but it's better than stained shirts. I look up at her and smile cheekily "I prefer to tell myself that I'm just relocating resources, and I'm doing it for Tom." Mummy looks at me, shakes her head and sighs. "Well then, please can you clean up your relocated resources then come help with dinner"
"Sure thing mum....tomorrow" I say and start to walk away, hoping I was off the hook.
"Not so fast Marcy" she grabs me by my shirts to pull me back. "You stole this crap, you can clean it up, before Tom wakes up from his nap" she walks back into the kitchen without another word, leaving me surrounded by Toms toys. I grunt and get to work.

I'm pleased with the final result, you can actually see the floor now. Content with my work, I turn to leave when Tom wakes up, coughing. He can't talk but, boy, he can cough. Coughing is, in a way, his way of talking, sometimes Tom coughs sounds like he's terrified or frightened, other times he sounds like he's in pain or crying, and on the rare occasion, Toms coughs sound happy. I once told mummy about my theory, she just laughed and called it silly. But I still think it's true.
Recently Toms coughs have sounded like he's in pain, deep, painful pain. 
Mummy says its because Tom getting worse. I do not want to believe that's true but I know it is.

I rush over to his mattress on the floor and sit him up strait, grab a bowl that I always keep nearby and hold In front of him, I rub my hand gently on his back as he pukes into the bowl, "shh, shh, it's okay Tommy" I whisper, once he's finished vomiting I pour it into the sink and rinse the bowl, then return to his bed. "Tommy" I say quietly "look what I got you" I reach over and grab the sun shaped nightlight, I place it in his pale little hands.

I watch as he study's it, turning round in his hands as if there is something he's looking for. One of the main reasons I 'collect' these things for Tom is because I practically live to see his smile, his perfect curve and perfect dimples, the way he smiles with his perfect bright green eyes, and even though he can't talk, I can tell he's thanking me as he smiles at the plastic sun.
I go over to the wall and plug the night light in, it glows it's yellow glow as I wait for Tom to fall asleep. When he does I silently walk into the kitchen to join mummy.

"What was it this time?" Mummy asks and I start to peal the carrots.
"Just the usual; coughing then vomiting then sleeping"  I answer, trying to make a big deal sound like a first world problem. Mummy sighs and sits down at the table with her head in her hands, sobbing. I tell her to go to bed and I'll finish off dinner and bring it in to her and Tom.

We don't have to enough money for a doctors appointment, let alone medication.