SEC-S18W6:Once upon a time when I was a child!

Though some people may not treasure recollecting a few things
But those are non-avoidable, and childhood is like the same for me.
Those who read my posts may know the reason behind

Before that, I would love to invite @patjewell @stef1 to participate in this challenge. They might have interesting stories related to the subject.

Well! That doesn't mean I don't have it! I also have various mischievous stories that I often share in my posts.
But while sharing them, my eyes always become moist.
I couldn't enjoy my childhood like other children! Unfortunate but real.

Many of my friends are now aware that I stay alone because my parents perished at a younger age, and I grew up overnight when I was only twelve.

I have an older sister who lives in Delhi(the capital of India), the northern part of the country, and I live in Kolkata(The eastern part of India). Kolkata was the capital of India before the Independence of India.

However, recently, while visiting my aunt's house;
I obtained an opportunity to seize snaps of my mother's childhood photographs;
and my childhood photos.

Most of my childhood was spent in my aunt's house, and she is the second daughter of my grandmother.
My mother was the youngest of six brothers and sisters!

The value of relationships remains until demise! After glimpsing those photographs, that word came to my mind because of apathy;
images begin eradicating!

Before that age, I was flying, and I was the naughtiest one among all cousins;
Still, my personality is the same, but as I cited above,
I became mature overnight.

I don't know how my mother began comprehending she would not live and often said no one would take care of both of you if I passed.
Her prediction was correct!

Now, let's talk about the picture I shared today.
I am standing with one of my older cousins sister in my aunt's yard;
My mother took us to my aunt's house during summer vacation, and my other aunts and their children also visited at the same time to spend a few days together.

My aunt's older son, who is near my mother's age;
clicked that photo with his camera.

Moments don't wait for anyone;
memories remain intact. We all need to carry all those memories;
good, bad, or ugly until cessation, like I am bearing.

Right now, while writing this post, the lifeless bodies of my mother and my father's last call came to me and for the last time he said,

See! In the beginning, I said, it's not everyone's childhood memories;
that carries pleasure!