I remember my Dad - we never celebrated Father's or Mother's Day, haven't had a clue such thing existed. I see my Dad picking me up from horseback riding, teaching me how to fix my little stereo, how to polish rocks, and all the other wonderful things that I haven't learned on my own.
I see my son with his Dad now and I cannot help them form these memories - they are between the two of them. Wonderful, unforgettable, happy memories. But I can help preserve the little details :)
And there're memories that my son shares only with me, too. Like testing the studio setup for the upcoming shoot:
Happy memories to all of us~~~
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