Eighteen months ago. Then, you were Eighteen. Now, you are not here, You will be Eighteen always. Your books, your desk, your books, your clothes and even your wallpaper. You loved it all. Then, it was all around you, Now, it is all without you, awaiting your return. Eighteen was a good age for you. Then, it suited you and you were great. Now, how would you be? Eighteen months later. LU&MU. Mum and Dad