"Who are they?" asked my kid, Tan. I was about to ask him to wait, but I spotted a spark of curiosity in his eyes. My focus subsequently averted to a photograph on his hands. The image originated from my forgotten, small notebook that was left opened next to my kid. Hell, I didn't even remember that I had that book, let alone keeping it in my bag. The photograph displayed two familiar figures standing next to each other. It's a bit blurred, but I could see them smiling at the camera lens. Buried memories and emotions gradually emerged both in my mind and my heart. Joy. Sorrow. Disappointment. Sincerity. Love. "Are they your friends?" Tan shot another question, demanding my reply. I gestured my kid to come closer, then embraced him from behind. We stared at the same smiles together. "This is Uncle Max, while the other one is Uncle Tul," I said while pointing at the figures on the photograph. "They are two of the most treasured people in my life."All Rights Reserved
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