Your cousin comes over a few times a year. You like seeing him — mostly. The problem is your stuff. Every visit, something ends up broken or lost: a model snapped, a game scratched, your favourite pen vanished. He never seems to mean it, and he never says sorry, because the grown-ups are always chatting and nobody notices. This time he's heading straight for your shelf, reaching for the thing you care about most. Your mum's voice floats in from the kitchen: "be nice, he's your cousin." You don't want to be unkind. But you don't want it broken either.