He saw her, he walked towards to her with his weak feet. Trying to walk faster, but he couldn’t. Ages kill his agility. “Pie, is that you?” He tpuched her shoulder, asking a petite woman in front of him. She turned her face, squinted to see the man who called her clearly, “Who are you?” She asked.

“I am Kim. Do you remember me?” He took off his hat, his hair is grey, also Pie’s.

“Who is that, mom?” A young woman appears beside her, she is beautiful, taller than her mother.

“My old friend, Kim.” Pie smiled.

The love of my life, Pie. Kim thought.