“Grandma, did you have a best friend?” Said my granddaughter, who was standing on the right of her closet friend. I couldn’t blame her for asking such a obvious question, she was only 6 after all. “Of course I did!Her and I went on all kinds of adventures.” I said as my brain started to reminisce on the old memories. Old was right, I knew this girl from ages 3 to 23. My granddaughter’s friend chimed up “Mrs.Jones, tell us some of the cool adventures!” She said. “Hmm… I don’t know. Rose, your mother should be here any minute. I don’t think you have the time to listen to my story’s.”I knew my daughter would be here soon to pick up these girls soon, but then the Rose gave me her puppy eyes and I simply couldn’t say no. “Fine,but only a few…” I said before I told them what felt like hundreds of stories of amusement parks, sleepovers, and calling late into the night on our family’s land lines. “Now girls thats all we have time for your mother will be here any minute now.” I said as I started to gather the girls belongings. “Grandma,she seemed nice why aren’t you still friends?”. I debated my response “Well…” I started “she and I differed in opinions, she wanted to start a career and I wanted to start a family. So, we went our separate ways.”. “Mrs.Jones, what was her name?” My girls friend asked. “It was…” I paused, my voice thick with the realization. “ I have forgotten…”