I remember watching Rugrats with you. The days you took me to the donut shop. All the sweet and soft donuts like the twisted and the stuffed ones. I remember sleeping in my tent with you lying next to me. I remember you washing my stuffed Buddy toy it wash never the same then you took him away from me and I guess you expected me to get use to it. I remember going to SLU in the café with the big boys in blue. The nights you when to work and I couldn’t come I would cry because I hate being at home when weren’t there; most nights I would cry my self to sleep. Waking up to eggs, bacon, pancake, and homemade orange juice. But as I got older remembering turned into missing.