text: &nbsp; &nbsp; "Oh, how's my grandson doing?" I ask my son, Darius. Darius looks over to his wife, Karla. He then looks back, "He's doing... Good. Yeah, good." "Oh, that's great." I say "How's he doing in school?" "... He's... Doing well in school." Karla says "Wonderful!" I say "It should be his birthday soon, right? What is it, about 5 days from now- right? And he'll be what, twenty-two?" "Er... Yeah... That sounds... About right" Darius says, looking back at his wife for a moment. "Oh, wonderful!" I say "I really must stop by his house and give him a visit! It really has been too long since I last saw him." "Ah... No, I don't..." He says, stumbling over words, "I'll tell him to come by on his birthday, there's no need for you to go see him" "Oh, that would be great. It will be good to see him again." I say. "We really must be going," Karla says, "We have... Um... Somewhere to be... An appointment, that's right!" "That's a shame. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" I say. "Sure..." Darius says hesitantly. With that, they left. I walk outside and grab my daily newspaper. I open it up, reading through it. A small section off to the side catches my attention. 'Unidentified deceased 21 year old found.' And I knew... He wasn't going to be coming by for his birthday.