"Do you remember what it felt like when all you wanted in life was to catch a glimpse of sunlight shining on his face?”
“Well, no... but sometimes it comes back in glimpses, a song playing somewhere far away, the way the clouds form shadows on the road when it has just rained, the way my neighbor’s kids play in the yard every Sunday evening. Sometime the little boy throws his head back and laughs the same way. Maybe even the way I open my eyes in the morning and how I close them for the last time before I dream. But no…I mean, not really."
