Sometimes Words Are Not Enough

The death of my mother shocked everyone, She was always trying to make a convertable home. for us. My father was a freelancer commercial designer .

So you can say we had it quite good.  My up bringing was some what strict and some what liberal.  I can't say I am complaining . I have two brother's  who I never see .

And a sister who  I chat with .  But since my mother's passing things  have been a bit silent .  

The summer came and we have been doing are own thing, and so was I .  favorites 040.jpg