Twelve years past. Me and Buster were all grown up. Mrs. and Mr. Carter were getting older and older every day. So were we. The house needed to be sold because Mr. and Mrs. Carter couldn't work anymore.
Of course after years we didn't want to leave.
The most memorable part of this house was Grace's room. It still had her bed and all her stuff. We sometimes would go in her room to just remember her. She still had pictures on her wall of us. I loved looking at the pictures. I didn't care about how my face looked in the picture.
That picture was worth more that a thousand words. It just was more than a picture. The best moments of my life would always be in this room and on that wall.
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