People come and go, though some can leave a lasting impression on you even after years of their absence. I'm pretty sure you've gone through that before. It's probably someone you knew growing up; your childhood best friend, your elementary school mate, a teacher, or a college professor. It can also be someone you knew in passing; a stranger you met while commuting, a fellow passenger on the airplane, a cafe barista, or someone who waited at the same bus stop as you. It can be anyone. One of those people for me was my next door neighbour. My neighbour when I was still living in my old house in Bandung had always been Koreans, as far as I remember. My first memory of interacting with one of them was with an older man in his late 40s/early 50s, I think. If I'm not mistaken he stayed there alone. I only knew him as Mr. Kim. He was a sweet and gentle man, and I always saw him with a smile on his face. Whenever I played outside with my brother or friends, he would...
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