memories from old times

Few moments in our life are worthy of being remembered in time, unless you have a privileged mind and you can remember. In my case, the family moments sink deep into my being, something like a hole in my chest, a fissure that breaks through my head and wreaks havoc in my heart. Let's stop romanticism, the image that I come to show today takes place more than a decade in the past, maybe 12 or 13 years ago. In the picture you can see my family except my father who is the one who takes the picture, my youngest brother, Gustavo, in the left corner holding in his hands a glass of drink, in front of him my younger brother, Alejandro, half moved i have to say, holding a purple balloon. To the right of this my older brother, Germán, the curmudgeon smiling at the camera and holding a yellow balloon. In front of Germán is my mother Alicia, who seems to be looking at Alejandro with a prominent smile that reaches from ear to ear, who holds the camera is my father, Alejandro also, and to finish the count ... I, in front of the camera almost covered by the balloon. A nice and big family spending their time together eating something delicious, since for us it was not normal to go out to eat fast food if it is a remarkable moment in my memory and an image that will transcend a present and a future, love of family ... love real.