Five Years Later
“Ben, I’m serious, you’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on!” I shout up the stairs, cupping my hands around my mouth in some attempt to magnify my voice.
“But I don’t want to go!” comes the reply from upstairs.
“I really don’t care, it’s your friend’s birthday party and you’re going whether you like it or not.” He’s frustrating me right now. I hate to say it, but Ben doesn’t have a lot of friends. And by that, I mean he doesn’t have any. This is the first time he’s got a party invite since he moved schools and he is going, even if I have to drag him out the house. I cancelled work so I can take him and pick him up two hours later. I went searching through the internet to find the best present for the kid, and I even somehow managed to forge his hand writing o
