These are called 'Memories'

Junior leaving our household. No, I should say he have left. An abrupt decision made by his Mum. But guess we all have to accept, he's not my brother, only my nephew. Sigh.
We carried him home since he was 3 month old till now. A whole of 2 years. Memories stays. His laughters and cries still echoes in my ear.. We all missed him. I find it really difficult to accept life without him. 2 years ago, our family welcomed to take care of him with open hands, no strings attached, no conditions at all. We accepted to take care of this little baby.. We agreed upon it. We got used to it, we loved him like our younger brother. Till now, we had to adapt to the changes. The fact that he had left us.
A little difficult for us. But we had to think for Junior, he had no sense of belonging at all. To his brothers, his house is not his. Its like, he do not belong to that family. But now we had to correct everything. Junior follows his Dad's surname, not ours. We had to accept the fact that Junior had left, and he must go. From the beginning when we accepted to take care of him,we knew that this day would come. We just had to accept this, we have no right to stop him from going back.

Every picture, tells a story.