Little Man woke on a young Earth feeling curious. 

“Da,” he called, looking to the sky. A cloud suddenly morphed into a face. 

“Yes, Little Man,” boomed Father Time. 

“Da, will I grow up to be like you?” 

“You will grow, but not like me.” 

Little Man paused.

“Then what will happen to me?” he questioned.

“You will become Man, and just when you understand what that means, you’ll become a memory.”

“Do memories live forever?” 

Father Time furrowed his cloudy brow as he withheld some truth.

“Yes, they live in time,” smiled Father Time. 

Satisfied, Little Man smiled back.