At dinner that night, Franky was commenting on how he was so excited about turning seven years old.
“Oh, I’m loosing my baby boy.” His mom said looking at him with a strange look.
This was a comment Franky had heard before, but this time he couldn’t get it out of his head. The comment Milton made yesterday was also going through is head. Was his mom going to let him turn seven years old? This was crazy, of course he was going to be turning seven. It was his birthday, and you always get a year older on your birthday. Don’t you?
Franky didn’t have time to think much about this, for his dad started talking about the family trip to the beach during Spring Break.
