Soft sunlight came through my bedroom window and fell across the polished oak floorboards.

I went over to the little wooden nightstand beside my bed.

The framed dinosaur drawing Benji had made for me months earlier sat right next to the brass reading lamp.

Beside it stood a new photo in a plain pine frame, taken only the week before.

It showed Benji standing in the middle of the sunflower bed, grinning, with mud smeared across his knees.

I nudged the edge of the pine frame until it lined up exactly with the corner of the wooden table.