An elderly man extends a red water lily toward the photographer. His eyes are clouded with sorrow and brimming with tears as he shares fragments of a life once filled with love and warmth. His voice quivers as he recalls when family surrounded him, laughter echoed in the home, and life was peaceful. But that happiness was stolen from him by the slow, cruel hand of memory loss.
One day, as the illness took root, the faces he once cherished began to blur. And as his memory faded, so did the patience of those he called family. Now, abandoned and forgotten, he lives a solitary existence. When those memories surface, so do his tears. His heart breaks again as he realizes they are gone, not because they vanished from his mind, but because they chose to leave him.
Yet, in his frail hands, he holds the red water lily, offering it as a plea, hoping that someone might help him find what he has lost.
