Nene

I met him first when I was only a child, too small yet to understand that not everything in this world is good, and far too young to recognize that those things which are good, are rarely, if ever, purely good. No, these realizations would come later, sly slivers that having once entered my heart could not be expelled. But I could never reconcile him to this knowledge, for I had met him as a child, and my knowledge of him was that of a child's.