As I walked towards my destination I actually took a look at where I had lived most of my life.
I saw the people laughing and smiling with friends or family even though they were surrounding a small fire to try and warm themselves from the cold air that night brought.
I watched as children chased each other and everything to be going in slow motion. I let a small smile slip onto my face as I saw parents smiling as they watched their children and grandparents laughing with old friends while huddled close together.
All I could think to myself as I stood in the square and witnessed all of these happy moments was, 'Maybe happiness truly does come from the smallest of things.'
After a few minutes of watching everything I started walking again.
I followed the path I had memorized years ago until I reached the old condo building. I stopped and looked up at it for a minute before walking up to the condo I knew to be the home of an old friend.
I knocked on the door and listened as I heard little feet running around and then someone stomping towards the door.
The door was flung open and I was face to face with an old friend.
"Camille?" He asked.
"Hey Micheal." I said with a small wave.
I was then pulled into a bear hug I haven't been in for a very long time.
"Here come in." Micheal told me while pulling me into the place and closing the door behind us.
"What are you doing here?" He asked while moving over to the couch and sitting next to his very pregnant wife who he pulled into his arms.
I smiled slightly at the sight of the very in love couple and sat down in the chair next to the couch.
Before I was able to answer the question though their three kids came and tackled me into a hug.
I laughed making sure none of them fell off the small chair.
"Hey guys." I told them.
"Hi Aunty Cam!" Via, the youngest and only girl, said.
"What are you doing here?" Marcus, the oldest, asked.
"I came to ask something to your dad." I told them while looking to the two adults.
"Oh. Ok." He said and then they ran off to play again.
"What do you need to ask?" Micheal asked.
I cleared my throat before talking, "You remember that box I gave three years ago?"
Micheal nodded.
"I need it again." I told him.
"Of course. Mia where did I put it." Micheal said while standing and turning to his wife.
"You put it in the cabinet." She told him with a smile on her face.
Micheal walked over to the wall and pulled open their "cabinet".
He then pulled out a box I recognized to be the box I came here for.
