A toy goat, because you liked goats. It lives on a shelf in my apartment now.
A very small mug from Cape Town.
A slight uneasy feeling whenever I look in the mirror for too long.
A pair of dark green boxer shorts, with the elastic band so worn they fall right off.
A book by Kenzaburo Oe which I’m pretty sure you never read.
A picture of the two of us and your sister.
A toothbrush, probably.
A notion of not having measured up when my birthday comes and my phone buzzes and it’s never you.