Days of Maturity

You set down your box, and wipe off the bead of swear from your forehead. Your younger brother pats you on the back. He smiles, hiding his depression. You both have been very, very close over the past couple of years after your mother and father had died.
"Don't worry, I'll visit every chance I get." You wink. "Alright, but please, please check up with me. You nod and he walks out of the door. You sit down on your slider chair and sigh. Unpack or leave the room the way it is?