while staring at it for a little while i tagged on 'Father' who was still discussing about politics, i looked up at him at my glistening eyes. Come on....can you help me and feed me my bottle? i can't move my limbs yet....i was just still an orphan, father looked down on me and grab the milk and fed with it....but once i drank it...it was so nostalgic....tears overflowed my eyes.....i got the sense of nostalgia...my mother from the other world and fed me with a baby bottle... although i can't remember it all, i still can remember it.....my family my friends...where are you?