"Hey Mom," Riley said as she stepped in the front door.

"Riley, great news!" her mother exclaimed. "The moving van finally arrived. I've brought all your bags up to your room so you can unpack!"

"That's great!" Riley said. "Thanks, Mom!"

"Of course," said her mother.

Riley rushed upstairs to her room and dropped her backpack down. Kneeling down, she unzipped the large pink suitcase in the middle of the floor and began to take out the clothes - I'll hang them up later, she thought.

But something in the corner of the suitcase caught her eye. It was a piece of paper. Riley unfolded it and looked at the picture. It was a pink creature with an elephant trunk crudely drawn in crayon; she couldn't have been more than five when she made it. Riley felt a simultaneous rush of joy and sadness, but she didn't know why.

"I don't remember packing this," she said to herself. She took the picture and went downstairs again. "Mom, did you pack this for me?"

Riley showed her mother the picture. Her mother gasped and smiled. "Bing Bong!" she exclaimed.

"Who's Bing Bong?" Riley asked, confused.

"He was your imaginary friend," her mother said nostalgically. "You used to play with him all the time. You drew a picture of him on the wall of our old house. You even made up a song about him. 'Who's your friend who likes to play?'"

"Bing Bong, Bing Bong!" Riley quoted, bursting into a grin. "I remember that!"

"I have to admit, I was worried about how much time you spent playing with him," her mother went on. "I thought you should be making friends with kids your own age. That's why I signed you up for hockey."

"Oh," said Riley. "Well, I guess it all turned out for the best."

Her mother smiled. "Yeah. Are you sure you're going to be okay, Riley?"

Riley smiled back. "Yeah, I'm sure."