My mom made the dress I wore to junior prom. It was a really pretty dress. So pretty that we have a picture hanging in our dining room of me and my prom date. Every family dinner, Sam sits in on our conversations. We haven’t spoken since he left for college the following fall. The other night while skyping my best friend commented on how weird it was that he was in my dining room. A few other friends came over and asked about it two days ago while we ate dinner. The consensus is that Sam being in my dining room is weird.
Last night Sam messaged me to ask me to lunch. This morning I took down the picture.