I turn to Christian, who is looking at me with a smile, and my mind is flooded with memories of my childhood with him. How he always insisted on making me play with him. How he would play tricks on me that I didn't like, just so I would leave him alone. Because afterwards, he would agree to listen to the story I was reading while he did different things and drawings in my treehouse or on the little sofa. Always following me around, never leaving me a moment of peace.

"Now I remember you, always making me do what you wanted! I wanted to read in my treehouse, and...