She remembers the first time she saw him. She'd been a child then, and he was the same age, she had thought. He was pale and skinny, and he'd been wearing floaties. Every year he'd come with his mother and father, and she'd watch from afar.

But then the mother stopped coming, and eventually the boy and his father didn't come anymore either. Every year, right as the land began its warm season, she waited and watched to see if the boy would come.

She decided she would come and wait one last time. To see if the boy and his father would come one last time.