The little boy was coming back from his cherished part of the day looking as if he had just returned from war. Bouncing in his soiled linen and dirty skin, he couldn't help but notice his grandfather seated on his rocking chair on the patio, with a fixed gaze toward the direction where the orange sun was disappearing into the edge of the clouds. He leaped closer, and after he sat, he bagan inquiring, wearing an innocent smile filled with curiosity and anticipation.
Boy: Grandpa, tell me a secret.
Grandfather: Life has many secrets my boy. Love is one of them.
Boy: How so?
Grandfather: Love glows bright like a day, but it also hides like a thief in the night.
Boy: (Lost) How can it be...