Sighting

My best friend

His name is Porter. He and I were best friends we did everything together and one Sunday before I was about to move out of this town forever he broke down and told the congregation how his mom had cancer. Fast forward- about 2-3ish years and we go back up to visit and I’m excited to see my best friend! Only to find out his mom died, (they put it on the local news completely insensitive but there’s a small town for you) and his mom had already remarried. Porter didn’t remember me he was a shell of the cheery happy kid he used to be. And I couldn’t bring myself to remind him of who I was so I let him go. I want my Porter back, he loved Harry Potter, memorized half of the periodic table, had to get staples on the back of his head once. And I was Six, if I remember all of these things for a reason then it must be to get Porter back. For more info I’m talking about Williston North Dakota, and last I heard his family moved to Texas he has an older brother and since the last time I saw him 2 (maybe 3 but I think 2) younger ones.