Distent Memory

Whack! Sound ringing, I hit my egg on my Baba’s. With some help from the kitchen lights, we checked for cracks. Knowing the winner would be the one with no crack, I looked at the, hopefully smooth shell of the egg.
“Dang it,” I said. Of course, he beat me again. Looking up into his face, I saw he was smiling. I smiled back. He lifted up his egg; the white surface was as smooth as the dark sky out the window. My face wrinkled, than broke out laughing. Looking around, I saw the rest of the family hadn't noticed. Looking back at him, I saw he was still smiling. I remember that smile from all those months ago. Little did I know that may be one of the last times I ever would see it.
In my minds eye, the scene changed. It was later in July. My brother, my dad and I, were walking to my grandparents drive way to the screen door. The brick house looked even older than the sky above. Knocking twice, I stood in front of the metal screen door. When the door op