THE FRIEND IN THE MIRROR
THE FRIEND IN THE MIRROR “Hey Honey! Could you come in here for a second?”, Mom called from upstairs. I had been wondering where the heck she was anyways, so I excused myself from the group, handed my controller over to one of my other friends who’d been waiting for a chance to play,and ran up to check on Mom. She’d grabbed the birthday boy and brought him upstairs to help her find his present over 10 minutes ago. It was a little weird that we were having HIS party at MY house, but only if you didn’t know it. His home life was, and always had been less than great. So he’d spend the last few years staying over my house so often that people honestly thought we were brothers and he called my parents and Mom and Dad. So, I popped into Mom’s room real quick, and she was leaning on the bed looking a little red, and a little out of breath. She glanced up as I came in, and caught her own breath for a second ...