He saw a dusty,old album. "Hm?" He decided to flip it open and gave a loud sneeze before giving a nice look on the pictures. One is an old,old man. His great-grandfather, smiling gently and sitting on a wooden chair. He was only a toddler and he recalled being gently held on the old man's feeble arms.
Then there was another picture of him and his two identical sisters. They were wrestling each other playfully and one of the sister was lying on the floor crying. He remembered being scolded by their mother and they were just smiling cheekily. How mischievious and naughty he used to be!
He flipped through another page and saw a great picture of his father playing with him and his sisters. He has a great father, always there for them when they are hurt or just being spoilt. His mother, is a total opposite. She's strict and seldom pat them or sing them lullaby before they sleep. But nevertheless, she has a kind heart and a great cook.
He saw in the next page, his sisters sitting on their grandmother's lap. He remembered being angry at her because she was tidying his room and he couldn't find his notebook. She just looked at him with very sad and apologetic eyes and said," I'm Sorry Dear.." He felt very guilty later and hugged her.
He was about to flip to the next page when his mother called him from downstairs, "Come down now Henry! Your dinner is getting cold!" He called back, "Yes Mom!" Turned back to the album, gave a smile and closed it.
