The floodgates of memory burst open, a torrent of forgotten moments crashing over Baines like a tidal wave.
-Banny, what would you become in the future? Ralph's youthful voice echoed, a playful lilt in his tone as the two brothers sat beneath the sprawling branches of an old oak tree in their family garden.
-Hmm, I want to own my own plant shop in the future.
Young Baines had replied, his small hands cradling a delicate seedling.
-Haha, you can do it now, why later?
Ralph had laughed, ruffling his little brother's hair.
...
-Baines, w-we can't find Ralph anymore. H-he-
A frantic servant stammered, tears streaming down her face as she delivered the devastating news.
-Baines, you have to stay strong for us.
His father's voice followed, strained but resolute, as the Baek family grappled with the loss.
...
-I'm sorry, Madam Baek, but we couldn't find your son. We searched everywhere,
One of them said, bowing his head in shame.
