So, it's halftime for the Waiting. September, 18th. And I'm ten years old.

Ha-ppy Birth-day too youu, Ha-ppy Birth-day too youu, …

Happy Birthday, Andy!

I can't believe my little baby's ten years old.

Mom!

No, seriously. Was it really ten years ago, that we first saw our angel?

I think it was only yesterday.

Dad! Stop that!

Every once in a while mom and dad are like this. They get all soppy and say we're their little wonders and things like that. It's kinda annoying. Thank God, they don't do this when any of our friends is around. That would be so embarrassing!

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School's out for today. Nothing strange yet.

It's kids' day at grandpa's bar. Nothing alcoholic, not even for adults. And no smoking. The smoke always makes the bar smell bad.

My friends from school are here and we'll have fun. There's drinks and snacks and games and music and all.

Andy, come on. Let's dance. This music's cool!

I know. I chose.

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Presents time.

Here. This is from me.

Sheila.

What's this?

Open it!

Hmm. Looks like a book … an annotated Sherlock Holmes! Cool! Thanks so much, Sheila! You're the best.

Sherlock Holmes. My hero.

The next. Another book, a puzzle, a baseball bat! I have gloves and balls, but was missing a bat!

A magnifying glass!

Thanks, Mat!

A diary from Lily …

To write down your thoughts.

I'm not that font of writing but thanks anyway.

Nigel! He promised me the best birthday present ever!

You'll love me big time for this, young lady.

Oh, my God … that's … that's

FINGERPRINTING POWDER? Wow! Thanks, Nigel. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Wow. It's pink.

Complete with a brush and some lifting tape.

Wow. This is the most awesome present ever!

This is going to be fun! I can take fingerprints form all kind of things!

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Evening. Bed time. The fingerprint set is secure on my bedside table. And so is the locket. The locket …

After the party we went to visit grandmother's grave. As usual. It's her deathday. She deserves some time. Even so only mom and grandpa ever knew her.

On our way home mom held me back and gave me the locket. It was grandmother's a long time ago. Inside is a picture of mom as a baby. Mom said she wants me to keep it. I'm old enough now to keep it save.

Mom's got a similar one. Dad gave it to her for her birthday just before I was born. It has a picture of dad holding baby-me inside.

Mom said the locket was a connection between her and her mom. To lockets with their baby daughters. Till yesterday.

Now it is a connection between mom and me. She has one with baby-me and I have one with baby-her. And one day, when I have my own baby, I should put a picture of it inside. So I can keep my baby close. Like she does with me.