“Casimir,â€? I said to him, “do you think you could show it to me later?â€? I asked him.
“Yes. Perhaps during lunch,â€? he replied.

“So, how do you know Essie?â€? One of the girls asked. I thought I heard a small twinge of jealousy in her voice.
“Oh, she’s staying at my house for the summer. She lives all the way back in America. I met her in the beginning of July,â€? Casimir told her.
I had to admit that I wasn’t thrilled with the fact that a bunch of other girls were talking to Casimir.
He always made me feel special, and he had made it clear that I was his sunshine. I didn’t want that to change. As much as I wished for Casimir to grow as a person and in happiness, and as glad as I was that he was coming out of his shell of sadness, I never wanted him to be captivated by any other adolescence but myself. After all, wasn’t I the only one for him? Then again, I didn’t own him. If anything, I wanted him to see the world more.