I am here, sitting in the forest under the moonlight that barely reaches me through these trees. With the kid that once I was, sitting on my left. And the old man who I will be someday, sitting on my right. We are all holding the same broken toys. While I look at those broken toys, both the kid and the old man are looking at me. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't look into their eyes. When the silence around me began growing on me, I stared into their eyes and stretched my hands. And they placed their toys in my hands, in silence. I kneeled, and dropped all those broken...