I smiled as i picked off a book with many copies on the second shelf. I rubbed my thumb over the face of my father as he smiled at me. I ran my fingers through the pages and stopped when i saw something familiar. In the middle of the book was a few pages of just pictures. And there was one of me in it. I glanced at the familiar faces, we were at the beach, and i was about four. I didnt remember it but i knew it happened. We left the bookstore, bags in hand. "Ugh i need new robes, but i really...really dont feel like getting them" I said placing my hand on my stomach. "I dont feel good" i said sitting in a plastic chair outside the ice-cream shop.