December 5, 2007: I had my Bionicles set up in the kitchen, and my step-dad said to get them off the counter right away because he wanted to sit down and eat. "They're not in your way," I said. He pushed me to the side of the counter and shoved the Bionicles off it; they fell on the floor next to me, disassembled, with the parts all mixed together. My mom came in the kitchen. When she saw the broken Bionicles she told me to go outside and play with Kevin. Kevin said he heard about my brother on the news, that he was a war hero for stopping Iranian insurgents from blowing themselves up at a checkpoint. When I told him that my brother got killed by friendly fire, he didn't know what I was talking about. "His friend shot him," I said, "by accident. The Iranians weren't insurgents. They were just Iranian." Kevin didn't believe me. "My dad says your brother is a hero," he said, raising his voice a little. "Well, he's not a war hero. He spoke Farsi, and that got him in trouble," I said. Then I started to get upset about my Bionicles being thrown on the floor. Kevin thought I was crying because my brother died. "No," I told him, "my Bionicles are broken."
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