The pocket of an old coat.

An old man walked through the park every day in the same coat.

The coat was worn out, but always clean.

One day a little boy asked him:

"Dad, why don't you buy a new one?"

The old man smiled, reached into his coat pocket, and took out a crumpled drawing.

"Because my son is always with me in this pocket. He drew it when he was little.

He said that this day should always shine for me when he is no longer with me."

The little boy looked at the drawing in silence, then at the man's hand.

From that day on, he brought his uncle a new drawing every morning — so that not only the memory but also the present would shine with it.