On a beautiful day 25 years ago, a boy became a small part of this vast world. His presence means a lot to his family and friends from the first whining of his tears to this day, spreading all his kindness. A quarter of a century has passed, many ups and downs have made this boy grow up slowly and whole. In millions of pages of life, fate brought me to him. This caption column is not enough to describe how he made me feel loved and helped me into a better person, so I wrote all my untold feelings and prayers for him in a book I wrote myself into 25 writings. Happy birthday, No!