My family is getting dressed up. It is a get-together to go see some old friends that I don’t remember and probably won’t like. We get there and I realize that this is going to be a picnic type thing. I’m not one to complain, but I really just want to go back home. My parents see their friends, greet them and begin to sit down. They are walking away without me and I call out to them. There are two picnic tables. I yell for my family to wait, for them to stop but they don’t hear me. Or they don’t care.