Part 1

"Appa, who is he?"
JK looked at the photo his son had found in the book
Two boys. Smiling like the world was theirs..
JK knelt down slowly. "That was someone I loved... a long time ago."
The boy tilted his head. "Why do I dream about him?"
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They say: "The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living"