Your mom decided to celebrate her 55th birthday and you just arrived at your old home. It's far past midnight and a long, exhausting week lies behind you.

After you greeted your family, ate something and chatted a bit you went straight to bed.

On Saturday evening when the guests start to arrive, the house fills with familiar voices, faces and especially scents e.g your mom's curry.

A gentle touch on your shoulder makes you drop the spoon in the sink and as you turn around your eyes fill with tears. The man and woman welcome you with a long, warm hug.

》You look amazing, it's nice to see you again y/n. 《

You smile and wipe away the tears. These people are your best friend's parents. You kids grew up and went to school together. Memories come back of backyard picnics and camping, sleepover at each other's houses.

You instinctively search for him but he's not there. His mom notices.

》He's coming tomorrow, his flight got canceled.《 Her voice soft and understanding as always.

After you caught up with them about the past, the present and your future and after the party started to get a bit more embarrassing, at least for you, you decided to grab a drink, a blanket and lay on the grass watching the bright, starry sky.

You just emptied the beer and were about to lie back down when a male voice with heavy accent makes your cheeks flush and smile shyly at the ground, like it did back then when you were kids.

》I can't believe you still have our Toy Story blanket.《