His countenance was bisected, for whatever reason, mirroring
the two worlds he inhabited simultaneously. The left half of his face dwelled
in the here and now, reveling in the joys around him. It was this half that
attracted all things wild and lovely. It was this cheek on which he etched a
small heart. In direct contrast, the right half was forever tinged with sorrow
and longing for the rest of his genetic tree buried in stone graves, or lost on
ocean floors, or parts scattered to the four corners. He seemed to crave these
people he'd never met. His complete smile was something his loved ones would
never know.