"Thank you so much for taking care of Harry, I can't thank you enough." Anne said as her hands cupped my mother's.

"No really, he is a joy to be around. We were blessed to have such an angel walk into our life." Mom said on the verge of tears.

I could tell she was. Her face was turning a light shade of pink and her voice was shaky just like her hands.

"Will you come visit?" I looked at Harry, who held his mom's hand tightly.

He looked at the ground for a moment, then back up into my eyes. "I don't think so" Harry sighed sadly.

"I love you, Harry. I really do." I whispered.

He let go of his mom's hand and came face to face with me. He scouped up my hand into his and we stayed quiet while our mom's watched us. I held his hands in mine, tightly, and I didn't want to let go.

"I love you too." He said before hugging me tightly.

His soft curls tickled my neck, and this time I didn't laugh and squirm away. I only hugged him tighter.

" Send me letters everyday," I reminded him.

He gave me a kiss on the check with those plump pink lips of his. "Of course I will. You know I would."

I watched as Anne took Harry away and drove off with him in their car.

He was going to the airport now, and half way across the world. I would never see him again. 

And even though he said he would write to me everyday, that was the last day I saw or heard from Harry.