He is himself—with memory intact. And that’s terrifying. The system he trusted—wealth, status, comfort—has failed him. What he thought was God’s favor was separation disguised as blessing.

Imagine a father building a fire pit behind his house—not just for warmth, but for memory-making. An altar of laughter, storytelling, and late-night lessons. He warns his children gently about the nature of flame: beautiful, yes, but unforgiving when mishandled. His cautions carry love, but to young ears, they feel abstract.