How do you consider your relationship with your family? For me, the answer has been changed a lot while growing up. My family and I lived in a big old dwelling since I was born; I was raised and protected by my family, but I never felt like my family had played such an essential role to me when I was little. Since I was so used to be taken care of and be protected by my family members, I instead sneaked out to hang out with my friends than staying at home when I was a child. I kept thinking this way until I left home and went abroad for studying high school in Canada. My attitude towards my family had a revolutionary change as long as they were not around me, and I had to take care of everything on my own. I started to realize how hard they were to raise me, and I wanted to engage more with them, but I was thousands of miles away from them. I could only go back once a year to visit them, and last time I decided to visit our big old dwelling with my family. My family was no longer living there, either of their neighborhoods (as showing on picture No. 1). Nothing had changed, and I could even think of myself playing around with my mates in my childhood time. However, there no more doors opened for me, and nobody lived there anymore. Picture No. 2 was taken while I was inside of the old dwelling, and on the left was my grandma. My grandma has influenced me a lot, and she was a veteran with the New Fourth Army led by Mao Zedong (the founder of China). There were tons of newspapers and prints about Mao Zedong on the wall, and I believe those things were her life. Besides, since my family believes in Buddhism, I went to Buddhism temple sometimes in Los Angeles (as showing in on picture No. 3). I believed that my family could feel me passing through the distance. I missed them, mostly at nights (Picture No.4). Sometimes I would feel like I am not alone here, and they are always around with me; like we were sitting on those deck chairs together chatting and laughing (Picture No. 5).