Remembering Together

Once upon a time in a quiet neighborhood There was an old man who sat every afternoon on the

same bench, always looking at the same empty street. People said he was strange.

Kids made jokes about him. But no one really knew his story. <break time="0.8s" /> One day,

a girl named Sofia walked by and noticed the man drop a small photo. She picked it up.

It was a picture of a young boy smiling next to a bicycle. “Is this yours?” she asked.

The old man nodded. And for the first time, he spoke: “That’s my son.” <break time="1.0s" />

Sofia sat next to him. The man explained that many years ago,

his son had an accident on that same street. The boy didn’t survive. Since then, the man returned