When I pull open the door, my stomach drops. A young boy, maybe ten or twelve years old stands in front of me surrounded by bags at his feet. He’s clutching a giant Chewbacca Squishmallow pillow. I only know because my niece has one as well. There’s no way this kid isn’t related to Thor. He has the same wild blue eyes, the same shaped chin, and his hair is the same color. Despite the screaming voice in my mind telling me this kid is Thor’s kid, I hold onto some kind of hope that maybe he’s his younger brother. Or a nephew... cousin... something.
