"I asked your dad to take it to the storage room a long time ago. Why, are you looking for it?" Mother Edwards took Hayes Edwards' freshly changed jacket and pants, preparing to wash them. "Oh, right, the other day when I was tidying up your room, I found a lot of toys you used to hide, like building blocks and dolls..."
"Mom." Hayes interrupted his mother. "Those toys aren't mine, they're..."
He instinctively paused.
Mother Edwards remembered too. "Oh yes, Grace Winter from next door used to love coming over to play with you. Every time she came, she'd take a few toys away, like ants moving house, so cute. I used to think it would be nice if you two grew up and stayed together. I wonder what's happening now; it's been five years, not a word."
Recalling old times, Mother Edwards felt a bit nostalgic.
Nostalgic about how time flies, as if it passes in the blink of an eye.
