This is a story between me and an absence in my childhood. Memory, as defined, is something remembered from the past. What I remember the most about my childhood are not the things really happened, but the consequencing emotions. In this series, I crafted my photos with the emotions from the fragments of memories of an absence on my mind. It is not a conclusion, but part of the process of my life. No matter what has happened, they have passed, and I know, I do not lost hope since I always live in the present but not the past.