“I thought you were not going home today. I thought you forgot,” I told him honestly.
He pouted like a child. “How can that be possible? I always make sure to leave anything for this particular special day.”
I smiled and nodded. “You really never forgot Monique. I mean the real her—your childhood sweetheart.”
The soft rythm of the song made us gentlier…
He smiled, too, and agreed.
“Did you visit her today?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes. The morning before all the preparations. Supposed to be, uncle and I would call you to go with us, but how could we surprise you when we did, right?”
I chuckled a little and just nodded. He was right. The thrill of surprise would no longer be the same if I hinted in the first place that they had actually prepared something for me.
“Good thing, you and d
