Last month was my son s first birthday.
I bought him a small cake just an ordinary whipped cream cake with a single candle stuck on top. He was absolutely fascinated by that candle, constantly reaching out his little hands to grab it. Every time I stopped him, he d frown at me. Standing beside him, watching his tiny face all scrunched up in frustration, tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.

I hadn t expected to cry not at all.

I used to be someone who rarely took photos. At friends gatherings or during trips, I almost never pulled out my phone to capture moments. I always believed that living in the present was enough; photos felt unnecessary since I hardly ever looked back at them anyway.

But everything changed after my son was born.