What this means of course, as you might already have guessed, is that I get to go to the ball in her place. I am prepared for it, and I'm not allergic...to pumpkins or magic wands, but it's been stressful before. I'm still not entirely happy with the idea.Earlier today she'd been to see me and explained the plan; she'd also given me some advice on what to expect."Don't worry about it. Nobody who'll be there knows me really well." You hope." Just relax and have fun. Isn't this what you've always. We entered the lounge and found a nice area as we sat down. A lady came over asking what we would like to drink as we both had BloodMarys and some cheese. We talked sipping the drinks and she told me as soon as we get the resort let’s hit the beach for some sun. Sure, I can wait to see you in your bikini. Which one do you want me to wear? Surprise me…I have 5 suits with me as my face went in a shocking look as she laughs out.The lady came back to us and told us are plane will start boarding in. There was a bowl waiting for me.“Happy birthday,” said Ryan as he poured the cereal into my bowl.“Thanks,” I replied as I grabbed the carton of milk and drowned the contents of the bowl.There was a moment of silence as we ate. Ryan and I didn’t have much in common. He was very active. He went to the gym twice a day and competed in dozens of sporting events each and every month. He lived for physical exercise. I preferred to curl up on the couch and read a good book. I still exercised each day,. The story is that my mother, Angel, told my father that she wanted me to be named Mick the Fifth and when he asked why, all she said was “Trust me”. I remember hearing that phrase a lot growing up.Mom and dad were the greatest people I could imagine, and I could imagine a lot. My father taught me how to run the farm and my mother taught me how to read, write and do math. My mother taught me accounting because my father wanted me to take over the farm. My mother also decided to teach me.