A Dream

13

It had lots of old pictures inside it. Mostly of me but of my parents and other family, too. I took one out. It showed me with our old cat Maya in a rocking chair the cat being almost as big as me. I must've been like two years old. My dad always loved that picture. "Wow, I love child pictures. " Harry said behind me. I scared a little but I do that easy. I figured scaring me accidentally was just a thing Harry is going to do a lot. "They just say so much about everything. About the child, their parents, living conditions... " he continued. "Really? And what does this photo say about me? " I asked and sat down on one of the sofas. Harry sat down next to me. "It tells me you obviously love cats since you've been comfortable around them at even such a young age. Me too, actually. And it tells me your parents really love you and the cat. You know, since they took so many pictures of you two. " he explained and made a gesture towards the box. I smiled. "Her name was Maya. She was older than me and died when I was around thirteen. " "I'm sorry. " he said. "It's OK. I mean I loved her and still love her but that's life you know. She was the only one really close to me I ever lost so I can call myself quite lucky. " Harry was quiet, he was probably thinking about what i just said. "Do you want to go to my room and unpack some of these boxes? " i asked after i had both decided that i wouldn't be able to unpack the pictures to my dad's satisfaction and that Harry probably didn't want to continue this conversation. He nodded suddenly very absent. I assumed he had just realised the quite noticeable age gap between us through this conversation and went to my room knowing he would eventually follow.