Tear.

The kids are friends, with plenty of crayons....to bags of envy and a pocket full of shells.
Gold and silver, classy furniture...to broken air conditioners.
Villas, mansions, summer destinations...to a small rectangular 3*2 metres room.
Watches, shoes, endless suits...to a pair of pants and two shirts.

Motorbikes, brand new cars, every year...to a lowly microbus ride.
Christmas parties and glittery nights...to a lonely table at the club watching young chicks in tight tops.
Flights, women, chequebooks...to a keychain with only one house key.
Gifts and presents, a king in the making...to a rusty old man, unknown to the world, aging.

Unbreakable bond of love and unity...to shattered glass in a huge sea.
All dressed up for the annual family picture...to a bitter death of the young baby in the portrait.
Forty years full of dreams coming true...twenty years later, looking for a bed to wash the night away.
Once upon a time...once upon a family.