Frank's P.O.V

I gently push through the open door. My mom always forgets to close it, her memory is going weak. I close the door swiftly behind me, not locking it in case she forgot her keys too. I walk down the front hall stopping in front of a desk, holding pictures of my mom and I together. I carefully pick one up as though I'm afraid to drop it. I don't even notice that my hand is shaking until I let out a deep breath I've been holding in. My mom was so happy. I was even happier. She remembered me of course. How could she forget with all theses pictures around? One day she would forget me. I'm sure of it. She'll be too far gone. I choke back tears. I missed her. I missed her a lot.

Gerard's P.O.V

Ms Iero sits in front of me. Mikey to her left, and my mum to her right. A larger bowl of pasta its before us. Awkward silence fills the air.
"So, Ms. Iero." I start.
"Yes Gerard?" she responds.
"How's Frank?"