It was as if he was slowly telling a story through an aging-yellowed photograph. In it were old memories, with a hint of sadness and a pinch of sweetness.
Soon, the comments on this song started flooding in:
[Oh my God! Squeal! This song is too good! I can listen to this on repeat for a whole week!]
[Ahhhhh! It's Brother's voice! I have a new alarm now! I want to wake up every day to Brother's voice!]
[Sisters, stop talking! Since when did Brother record himself as a baby crying? I want it! I definitely want it! ]
[Hang on, Sisters, you're going off-topic! If you keep talking like this, I won't be happy. I won't be happy at all. Later, Brother will have to come and coax me again. Sigh, I'm really vexed.]
