When I was a teenager of around 16 we had a Greek family move in next door to us in Scotland. They had 3 kids, aged from around 5 to 11 and I use to babysit for them sometimes. They lived there for a couple of years and then ended up moving back to Greece. After that I didn’t really hear from them and more or less had forgotten about them.
Then last year, my little brother told me the oldest kid was coming back over to Scotland for a visit. Him and my brother were around the same age and had kept in touch. I now live in London but early last year I was due to come back up to Scotland for a visit, so had been making plans to meet up with my brother, and it just so happened I was up at the same time as our old neighbour (Alec) was back visiting. So my brother arranged for us all to go for a drink together.