I feel it after all these years. How many years has it been already? 7—I have lived over 7 years without you. I never meant for it to happen. You were without me and I was without you during your final days. What possessed me to think that we’d be together again and that we’d walk streets similar to the ones you loved? Dear little one, we had the same feelings about things and nothing that anybody could ever say would have changed us. You and I liked the best, the finest. We loved the blocks with the green lawns in front and the trees and the well-kept gardens. We admired the homes of the better neighborhoods and when we walked by a particularly beautiful house, I could say to you: Don’t you wish we could live here? I talked to you as if you were a person. Your eyes answered me. We kept on walking.