"What's your favorite memory from Louisiana?" Blake asked. "Do you mind sharing?" I smiled. This was my chance. "Yeah, of course!" I said. "When I was six, I knew this little girl. She was the same age as me. We were best friends. We hung out together all the time. But the thing that sucked was that she was a foster child, so she kinda left without any warning. Her foster mom was abusive and they took her away. I've always wondered what would have become of us if she hadn't left. All of the memories with her in them are my favorites," I continued, "including this one." Blake looked at me, her lavender eyes wide. "Y-you remember me?" She asked.