Daniel finally came over to get his game. I've been dreading it... but he brought this story with him that I wrote when we were little. I started reading it, and then there I was. Crying at the kitchen table. He asked what was wrong, and I was thinking about how we used to be friends. How much i've taken for granted. But, instead, I told him about school, and Dad, and Lonnie. And then, how sorry I was that I wasn't his friend anymore. He gave me a hug and said it was going to be okay. For some reason, I almost believed him.