"Hah… wasn't this your favorite activity.. mother…" Javier muttered these words in between his breath when a tired sigh escaped his lips.
A lonely expression seemed to plaster over his head, making him feel the heaviness over his dear heart.
Closing his eyes he kept his head against the wall to be pulled back into the past..
FLASHBACK.
The young Javier was standing near the boxes where he took out another photo frame to stare at it from all the sides.
"Clean it first, Javier." The strict voice from behind made him alert when he immediately took the nearby towel to wipe the dust from it.
As the young boy wearing a shirt, with a small-cap over his head. Using the towel, he cleaned the dust all over it but in return, that dirtied his own shirt.
A bright smile plastered on his lips when he found that the frame of glass was shining bright now, "Here mother! Take this."
