貓的咖啡色

I developed some pictures that we took with my family in summer on Monday.
Having no idea what made me to do so, but I just want to.
Perhaps we hadn't went out together to somewhere for years.

The pictures were all lovely, and we all smiled happily.

When I visited my ex-neighbor's apartment, I saw his roommate put many pictures on the refrigerator.
I felt warm.
I can tell that they have good relationships with one another.

Maybe that's the reason made me to do so.
I think my family members are close, too, if so, why can't I see it?
Ah, because we don't have something for memory.
We hadn't taken pictures all together for almost 9 years, which was 3/7 of my life time so far.
I didn't feel like to take pictures around 12 because I looked ugly in the picture.
My brother had the same problem, too.

But, in summer, one of my friend visited me, and mom showed the pictures which were taken when I was little.
I was cute. I laughed, smiled, upset, and cried.
From the pictures, I know I had good times, and I want it, now, also.

Therefore, I decided to decorate the pictures a little bit and stick them on the wall.
I hope everyone feels happy when he/she sees it, and I also want to warm our hearts up by the wall I called Memory.