Walk down memory lane-family3

When I was 8 months old, my Gong Gong had his 57th birthday. That was the first time I let him carried me. Before that, I would always cry badly at the sight of him as I was having stranger anxiety. Papa and Mama were feeling bad that I was afraid of him. I also don't know why. Just couldn't help it. Maybe it's his white hair! Or stern looking face. Now, we're pals! I like to snatch his glasses whenever he wears them! hahahaa...