"Grandma, I found this in your old suitcase." A child approaches her grandmother. With her, she brings an old piece of shiny paper although very rusty, an almost-vanished photograph of a man. "Who is him, grandma?" She asks that old lady. The old lady then takes the photograph from her grandchild's hand. She holds it softly. There, she touches the face of the man.
"He was a very brave man..." She replies short, with her old shaky voice being toned out. She stares into the photograph very deeply as if there is something magnificent in it. "A hardhead man by appearance. A gentleman by heart." She continues.
"Who is him, Grandma? What's his name?" The little girl asks again, wanting to know more about the man in the photograph. She seems so curious about the man. While for the old lady, she tears up a bit upon being asked that question. Slowly, very slowly, she voices out.
"He is Ghaafar Lee..."
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Trust Me, Okay?
Historical Fiction"Trust me, okay?" He asks her, supposedly in a reversed psychological manner. No emotion was expressed on either person's face, just blank expressions of emotion portrayal. Ghaafar Lee, a young man with no purpose in life living a boring day to day...
