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Despite those differences, our friendship never faded. If anything, it deepened in a quieter way. We didn’t see each other every day anymore, but we were always present in each other’s lives when it mattered.
I first met Marcus when he was still very young. Daniel would sometimes bring him by the garage after work or on weekends. At first, Marcus was shy, sticking close to his father and observing everything from a safe distance. But that hesitation never lasted long. The moment he saw the inner workings of an engine, something in him sparked.
He would stand near my workspace, eyes wide with fascination, watching me disassemble and rebuild machines that most people never thought about beyond turning a key and driving away. He had questions constantly—endless, curious questions that came without pause.
“How does that piece move everything else?”
