Hi 
A few days ago I visited my parents, we talked in the living room ... when we were talking suddenly my saw a photo album that was placed in the corner of the room.
Then I took it and saw it. Lots of photos of my childhood in it, so I took some photos of it by took the picture again. The photo album was almost full of photos of me with my brother.
The childhood memories were still remembered in my mind, when I was a kid I was very close to my brother before I had a younger sister. Iam always with my brother wherever I go, he was not only an older brother to me but also a friend, he took good care of me, I loved him so much.
But Now he is married and has one daughter and two sons and he lives in his wife's hometown of south aceh district, while my family and I still live in lhokseumawe city, formerly, Lhokseumawe was still included in North Aceh District.
By the way, I almost forgot to tell you one thing, when I was a kid, my father worked as a driver and cook for workers from Japan.They were all very good even though we were different in religion but we respect each other.Coincidentally our house is close with their official home.
They really like seeing me and giving me lots of gifts there is even a family from Japan who wants to adopt me as their child because they can't have children, but my family did not allow it, so did my brother, he was not willing to be taken by them because he said he loved me, even though sometimes I often miss them, wherever they are now hopefully they are good and happy.
you can imagine ... if at that time my parents allowed me to be adopted by them maybe now I was in Japan Lol...but luckily it didn't happen because honestly, I really loved my family no matter what our condition at that time. I love you mother, father, brother ... I love all of you.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my post
Best regards
@yati
