My favorite thing...

 My favorite thing, it's something simple and small, it's a photo of my dad and me when I was a baby, I found it together with many other old family photos but this in particular I liked a lot by the complicity that can be appreciated, I feel that it reflects the love of my dad to me.

Normally, I have it on my desk to can see it every day and motivate me to continue achieve my dreams as my dad wanted me to do it.

This photo its very important to me, even being an object, this is why I take good care of it so that it doesn't continue to deteriorate, I would be very sad if I lose it because it's one of the few things that make me feel connected with my dad

One phrase what represents my feelings with this photo it would: "We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire"