Ernie pored over the pictures in the album. Who is that boy? he wondered. The photograph held a man who looked exactly like Ernie. With mouth was forever stuck in a wayward smile, too much like his. “June 1990- Graduation” read the back.
Some of the other pictures had his mother in them. Her and the boy. His face turned red. Who is this boy, trying to steal my mom? She’s mine, and he can’t have her! Ernie’s lip poked out, and tear fell to the book. Maybe it’s you. something told him. “But, how can it be me, if I can’t remember?” he asked it.