What happens when you upload a new family photo on your profile

family photograph: for whom are they taken?
As I was about to leave office for lunch, my boss is complimenting about my new photo on my profile I took with my mother last weekend on her 70th birthday.
I had my arm clapsed around her shoulder, as I like to compensate my lost affection with my expressive nature.

My senile mother likes to think that she's still the center of my world, and that whatever advice and proposal she has to offer still will provide substantial help to my life's choices.
I'm afraid that she has given up her human self in exchange for motherhood, and developed herself into a suggesting machine to compensate for the lack of conversation. Her elusive memory can only mimic her old self slightly, by ranting about the past and grudging over the wrong choices involving my father. Everything new sifts through her senses, dulled over the ages, all the life's mysteries.

Old people think they're entitled to everything, everything old. That's why their goat faces tacitly snarl at the young people, thinking they're entitled to everything fresh and new. With fragmented minds they forget they were once young, and that they were never entitled to anything other than their bodily youth.