"Be right back guys." I wondered who it was from. It was my birthday almost two weeks ago. I pulled the letter out of my mailbox and looked at the address. It was from Olivia's mom.
I opened the letter so quickly I dropped it on the floor. Inside was a small note.
Kersey- I hope you had a great 19th. I couldn't find your address, and couldn't get a hold of your parents. I'm sorry about Jeremy. Hope you're doing alright, honey. I've included a picture I found of you and Livvie. I, again, hope you have a great 19th.
Love, Mom.
She actually signed it mom. I really called her mom when I was little and over at Olivia's house. She was a mom to me. The mom I never had.
The picture was of me and Olivia when we were about seven. She had perfect curly blonde hair when she was little, and we had been playing dress up. She was in a long robe and had curlers in her hair. Me, on the other hand, and a suit and hat on. Whenever we played house I got elected dad.
I put the picture down. I closed my eyes and put my head back, forcing the tears back in. I wiped my eyes on the sleeve of my shirt, regained my composure, and went back out to the crowd of people.
"What was it? What took you so long?" Heather asked. I held up the picture of Olivia and I and felt a tear on my cheek.
"Aww, Kersey, how special!" Emma said, hugging me. I hugged her back and let the tears fall.