Joey introduced my to all the rooms in the house, in order for me to get familiar with it. The thing was, I already felt like I was, I knew that I had been there before. So I asked Joey a question to get some confirmation on my feelings.

"Joey, have you lived here your whole life?"

He was spaced out, like his mind wasn't there.

"Huh?" He seemed to snap back into reality.

"Have you lived here your whole life?"

Lifting up his arm he moved his hand to scratch the back of his neck. Almsot seemingly to distract him from fully considering my question.

"Um. Yeah. I have. My parents and Mark lived here for two years before I was born, So my sister and I have lived here for...would have...lived here out whole lives."

It was killing me to see him like this. I wanted to tell him who I really was so badly. My heart was breaking seeing him react to my memory,  but my curiosity got the best of me.

"Wha-what...happened to her...?"

"Who?" He asked, confused with sad eyes.

"Your sister..."

"Oh." He took a deep breath. "She...She died a long time ago...She would have been 17 or 18 this summer."

He still remembers my birthday. My heart was now almost in pieces.

I followed him upstairs.

"Yeah. Well your room is at the end of the hall on the right. The guest room." Joey said, signalling he was leaving me alone.

"Umm okay...thanks."

I stayed frozen in place as I heard him walk back downstairs and out the front door.

I ended up walking down the hall to the guest room but stopped in place as I saw the door to the room across from it.

The door was a faded pink color with butterflies colored in purples and blues. This door...I had seen it a billion times before. This was my door. My old door.

My sense of curiosity took over again and I reached for the door handle and opened it.

What I saw inside shocked me had to death.

In my old room was everything exactly how I left it over 16 years ago down to the glass of water and bookmarked doctor Seuss book on my nightstand.

Everything was exactly the same. So Much that it felt like I had never left.