"But I don't want to live with my nana and papa. I like them," I lean over closer to his ear, "but they smell like old people."
We look eachother in the eyes and laugh, "Because, Holly, they are old."
"I still don't wanna go. What if they don't let me see you again? Like ever."
He looks sad, but he didn't say anything. "It'll be okay Holly. Your my best-est friend and I will make sure I see you again."
I hug him, then I hear Uncle calling for us. And he sounds mad.