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"Are you sad, Jimmy?"
"How do you know?" Jimmy curls up and hugs his legs.
The wind blows hard at the bedroom window, making the curtains shake.
"I can feel it." Auntie sits next to the boy. "What are you feeling, Jimmy?"
"We're leaving today, aren't we?" The little boy messes up the sheet with his feet.
"Yes, we're going back home, the vacation is over." Auntie strokes Jimmy's hair, but he walks away with a gloomy expression. "What's wrong?"
"I made a friend yesterday."
"Yes, I saw It." Auntie smile. "You looked happy together."
"You don't understand..." the little boy sniffs and hides his face between his legs.
"What?"
"I will never see her again." Jimmy's voice cracks.
"Oh." Auntie looks out the window. "I see."
"That's not fair." Jimmy says softly, wiping the tears from his face. "Why does she have to leave?"
Auntie wipes a tear from Jimmy's face. "She has a life, Jimmy. Don't you have a life too?"
Jimmy frowns.
"but she doesn't need to go away! We didn't have time to play a lot..."
"but you played together, didn't you?"
The little boy's bright eyes look at Auntie.
"Yeah, but... it wasn't enough..."
Auntie smiles.
"Jimmy, We're not always going to have everyone we like with us." The woman strokes Jimmy's hair. "And of course we're going to be sad."
"So I was happy and then became sad? It was better not to have been happy anyway."
"Don't say that, Jimmy." The wind shakes the windows. "Will you give up happiness because sadness will one day come? If that's the case, nothing in life happens."
Jimmy looks at Auntie curiously.
"Think about the good times here. Think about how much fun you had with your friend. Enjoy the good feelings you have left." Drops of sudden rain scatter outside the room. "And when the time comes to be sad... just be sad. You can cry, feel your pain. We can't escape the pain."
Colorful beams of light spread across the floor.
"And when the sadness goes away, happiness will be waiting for you."
Coming down the hotel stairs, Jimmy's father hands him a little shining stone, that shone like the sea.
"Your little friend from yesterday asked to give it to you before leaving."
Jimmy held the memory to his chest, wondering if maybe he and his friend could see each other again.