A boy, born a year after the death of his brother, stood before his grave at the age of 4 while he's parents spoke of how he was the reincarnation of their deceased child. The boy took to the idea rather fondly along with a mantra he repeated. We visited him on his birthday, a death anniversary for the family. He was about 5-8 years old? I wasn't sure. He was playing on the living room floor. It was dark out, a rainy day? From his lips the mantra spilled like waterfall, "life and death and life again", something about being stronger. I realised the knowledge has burnt too deep.
The second man was electrocuted, burnt and his belly turned to mush. He stumbled down the work ladder with the wire still hanging loose, approached his son and patted him on the shoulder, 'good lad', told him he love him. The boy's reply was wretched with pain, " I love you too", and he reached out as his father stumbled away. His fingers sunk into the softness of his father's middle, warm marshmallows; melted i