Today marks the 28th year that has passed since I first saw his face.
I called him Son-shine.
He used to sit at our kitchen table, paintbrush in hand, and paint small structures he made from clay.
I watched, by his side.
Now he calls himself Ogre.
He climbs up ladders, paint can in hand, and paints existing structures built of bricks.
I applaud from a distance. Shine, son, shine.
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