“Who said that?” Tim asked.
“It’s me, your childhood friend. All grown up now.”
“You look old, friend.” Tim said.
“I’m the same age as you.” the voice replied.
“And fat, and bald, and gray where you aren’t bald. Boy, you didn’t age well at all. What happened to you?” Tim said.
“That’s no way to greet a long-lost friend. Those statements are hurtful.”
“But honest. Seriously, what happened to you. The last time we spoke, I was getting married.” Tim said.
“You didn’t need me anymore. You replaced me with someone new.”
“I suppose I did. It’s been more than 27 years now. We are still very happy. The children are adults now. We may someday have one or more of them moving out.” Tim replied. “What about you?”
“I wandered the earth seeking another friend but never found one like you or like you did.” the voice answered. “Look at you. You still have your hair and it’s not gray. How did you manage that?”
“I married my best friend. She made me a better person and the benefits carry on for many years.” Tim responded.
Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today?