When we got home, I said goodbye to father and son who were going up to my room first, and just left my shopping downstairs. I'm not in the mood to organize things for the kids and I's adventures.

　　I closed my eyes while sitting on the edge of the bed and tried to go back to the events earlier in the mall. And I kept asking myself why Brent and I met again. Fifteen years? So what if I still remember his birthday, so what if I still can't forget his cellphone number that was used in our high school, so what if I still can't forget how sharp...