Your family had always been close friends with the watsons. You moved away when you were born .You moved from north Carolina to flint,michigan. They recently got back from Alabama,where a African American children's church was blown up. You saw it on the news and luckily Joey Watson(who was 6) left early Their son Kenny thought it was his fault and was depressed for a bit your mother sent you over to cheer him up you were about 11,a year older . their oldest son Byron was 13 and immediately recognized you “heyyyyy!“ He said “I remembered you was ity bit! Ain't that weird???“ Byron was a juvenile delinquent And didn't think it was cool to be touched or touch anyone. Byron was in sixth grade because he probably flunked a grade once or twice he didn't think was cool to talk to or respond to someone younger to him that surprised kenny .Kenny was small for his age and loved to read,he also had a lazy eye. You never met him so it was awkward Joey was upstairs sleeping,oh yeah it was 8:30am. “who are you?“ Huffed kenny ,who was slightly jealous.