*flashback*

I was playing in the sand box with my new friend. I was so happy!

"I am five years old. And you?" I asked her.
"I am four and a half!"
"Yay! That means I am older than you!" I clapped my hands in joy.
She giggled.

"Then I will always look up to you...Senior!"
"Yeah, Junior!"

We laughed merrily.

Our mothers who were watching us from the bench came up to us. "Okay, girls. It's time to go home."

The little me dropped the small plastic spade from my hand and hugged my mother, in tears.

"Mama, I don't want to leave her and go!"

On seeing me cry, my new friend started crying too. Her mother gently patted on her head. "Don't worry. We will come back again tomorrow, then you can play with her."

"Can we?" I looked up.
"Yes," she smiled.

I smiled and waved my friend goodbye.