"Who's that in the photo?" Jemima asked? I looked, unsure; this was a photo of us in our lounge, just last week, my wife and I, and two daughters Amy and Jemima, but here in the photo was another, a boy, somewhere around 6 years old. My wife grabbed the picture from my hand, "It looks like you when you were young, you know, the picture we call Little Lord?" I did know the one and she was right - that was me in the picture, but how was this possible? I looked at myself so much younger yet here in the picture I was. The Little Lord looked back at me, judging my uninspiring life with eyes full sadness, and slowly faded away.