I Know Who I am' I am a Brown King"

Andrew sat on the porch, legs swinging, as he shared tales of a world long past with Papa. 'I was a king, Papa! With a crown and everything!' he exclaimed, eyes sparkling with excitement. Papa, leaning back in his rocking chair, listened intently, a smile playing on his lips. 'Tell me more, my young king,' he encouraged, the only one who truly listened. Everyone else dismissed Andrew's stories as mere child's play, but not Papa.