While I was in the hospital, a young man came in. He said he was here to visit me and he glared at me motionless when he first stepped in the room. I stared at him, scanning everything from head to toe, fitting together pieces in my mind. A flush of memory rushed through me immediately. The young man walked toward beside my bed. He slowly opened his mouth and carefully spoke to me, he said he was Salva, Salva Dut, our son. In the first look I could recognize him. I couldn’t believe it, too. I sat up and hugged him tightly in my arms.