prologue

I still remember the look on your face when Dr. Lim broke the news that you had dementia. The complete and utter sadness that was shown in your glassy porcelain eyes, and the way you looked at him pleadingly; as if asking for a cure. There was none. We all knew that. All we could do was hope, and pray-even though you despise any and all gods. You were, no, are my everything.