Scattered puzzle pieces lay around the deserted table.
The careful hands of the mother construct the outline in a desperate manner.
A single piece is placed softly in the middle, expected to bring the whole puzzle together.
One piece is added, along with many more, making everything connect as one, repairing the broken puzzle.
As you think the photo of beauty is complete, there are always the missing pieces of the brother to be found.
The simple flaw changes the careful hands of the mother to the angered hands of the elder, destroying the puzzle and all of it’s progress