I remember…
There was this little boy Alan my mother used to babysit when he was 1-2 years old. His mother would always want to give my mother gifts and such; that’s just how she is. My mother would never accept, so she always gave my sister and me the presents. Once, she gave us a mini Easter wagon filled with all sorts of goodies and candy. We’d always be excited when Alan came over because we knew it meant nice surprises from his mother (hehe). Hey, we were only 8 and 4.
Well, today I got to see that two-year old boy after 13 years. He is so tall and so grown up! His parents haven’t changed at all. We had a nice lunch together; it was great catching up after all this time.