My mom again

I hope I'm not mistaken, but the photo is from my 18th birthday... and she, that woman, is Ilse, my mom. And that is my home, maybe in a normal afternoon because I like to celebrate like this: No partys, not full of people or another noise. Just the voice of my mom and my brothers is enouigh. 

The shot is of my brother Jorge, or Luis, I'm not sure (hahahaha). I see this photo and my emotions explode. It is hard to be far. I in the capital and they in the south but is part of the life and in this place I feel happy and all my works is for them, and for me (obviously)

Just look my smile! Just look the pizza and my favorite cake. Time passes and less reunions, less christmas, less cakes, less hugs. Now that I think about it, my mom looks younger in the picture.