On top of white cupboard, Hendra saw some photo albums piled up. He was so curious if they were his collections.
What was his mommy point of views on him?
Such questions overwhelmed his mind. That blue eyed man never had such expectations towards a woman who looked more like a living corpse, for so many years she was unable to communicate.
Without his full consciousness, he moved, not to leave the room to meet his wife, but to approach the cupboard in the corner of that room. Three piles of albums were stuck. His fingers fumbled over one of them. He flipped open the treasure trove of memory. It was an album of a blue-eyed baby when he was still in the United States with his mom Gayatri.
