The next day was pretty uneventful. I pretty much sat around the house, waiting for something to happen. Then when I was watching television and Mother was washing the dishes the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” I cried. I opened the door to only find a slip of paper on the ground weighed down my a rock. I picked it up and began walking inside, “Who was it Jameson?”

“Uh someone selling stuff. I’m going upstairs.” I walked up to my room and shut the door, opening the paper, with something falling out. It was a photo, the one person obviously me, with someone that looked like Brent. We were probably six, grinning ear to ear, revealing missing teeth. I found myself grinning with us then. Then I started reading the note:

Jamie,
Here’s proof that I knew you before. This picture was taken when I was 8, you 7, 2 years before your parents kicked me out of your life.

-Brent
PS Walk out to the balconey at 12 for a surprise.