Little Herrmann believed that one day he’d grow up and change the whole world, that he’d make it a better place.
Little Herrmann is rotten dead now, and so is that belief.
He’ll never change this world, or make it any better.
But still, every year, I try to mark the day he was born.
I..don't even know why anymore..
Forgive me, my young friend. I ruined everything. I'm the worst father to my own inner child.
Happy Birthday...as stupid as that sounds now.










