I am a missing piece of a large, buried puzzle.
The image, civilizations rich in culture, education, and tradition. Kings and queens kissed by the sun and forging love under the moon.
There are more pieces spread about, more than I could ever know, separated by land, water, and language. My brothers and sisters are strangers to me, but our ancestors keep tabs. Hoping that one day, we will recreate that image, and it will never be forgotten again.