It was a beautiful Saturday morning in Cochem, Germany; 11-year-old Erwin Smith was walking through the farmer’s market with his father, Casimir Smith.

These events were always so intriguing to the young blond… but what captivated him, even more, was the sudden appearance of a younger, maybe 7-year-old boy with what also seemed to be his father. The boy looked tired and was slouching… but that didn’t deter Erwin. No… something about this young raven-haired male was so familiar. Even at his age, Erwin felt like he knew him… pretty sure they’d never met before, though.

He glances up at his dad, blue eyes filled with their usual curiosity as he gently tugs on his sleeve to get his attention.

“Father.. do I have permission to talk to that boy over there? I want to meet him.”