The next day,
my doorstep was filled with a cheerful family.

My mother called for me, asking that I greet the neighbors.

And there he stood, smiling widely as he held tightly to a plate of cookies.

"I hope we can all be friends," the girl - his older sister - spoke, and his parents beamed behind him.

"Hi, 'member me?"

I pursed my lips, reached out to grab the cookies,

and disappeared back into my house.