An old and wrinkly photobook was being taken out of its place in the bookshelf. Small feets were shuffling around gathering around the wing chair. The loud laughter that had filled the room earlier had stopped as all eyes were focused on the wing chair and the person sitting on it. Cookies were put on the small table in front of the chair and small hands took one and dipped it into a mug that’s filled

"How did you actually decide which name you wanted to get?" The man asked after 45 minutes off silence between the two.The boy shrugged his shoulders and said: "Phone book"