"You never answered my question. Where is everybody?"
Little You giggles.
"They all left, silly. Moved on. Time passed. They grew up! I didn't though. I wanted to stay here."
"Then how do I exist? I grew up too, you know. I'm not that short."
"I know you did. I'm only a part of you. The rest of you kept moving ahead."
You're silent.
"The more you grew up, the more parts of yourself you left behind. No wonder you're so sad all of the time!"
"What do you mean?"
"You keep chipping off parts of yourself expecting to find something deeper at your core.
But the more of yourself you leave behind, the less of you there is left to discover that!"
"I never thought of it that way."
"Of course you didn't. There's barely any of you left."
"Little me?"
"Yeah?"
"How can I glue myself back together?"
Little You thought for a minute.
"I'm not sure. But it's good we're friends again. Maybe this is the start."
You both smile at each other. You hear a honk.
"Mom said it's taco night. We always have an extra seat at the table."
You grab Little You's hand, and step onto the school bus.