"Bassma?" King called as he darted toward the house. "House" was a loose interpretation. Bassma's place resembled a treehouse, although there were three levels, the main one being on the ground.
Bassma came running out of his place. He had transformed to a child again, just for our son. They hugged each other like true friends, and after so many years they truly were friends. Bassma seemed to enjoy reliving his childhood again with King.
"King!" Bassma shouted. "I thought you were gone for good!"
"I came back so that I could give everyone a proper goodbye," King said.
Bassma smiled. "Thank you."
"I want to tell you everything I saw," King said. "It's not like what you remember, Bassma. It's so much cooler."
They talked and sat on the porch, swinging their legs as King told him about
