You are from YouTube. Like the other families, You post the stock footage with Your child. For example, You are in a park, going down the long slide, eating the lunch box, or fed with a milk bottle. I gaze at them. I am from a country where I can’t marry a same-sex person. I don’t want my queer film as a typical love drama, but more fragmental in an unbalanced-balance situation, filled with the traced Your footage.
After Your footage, I put the conversation with my friends on Zoom. They are also like me, longing for those daily fragments. Gradually we get to play a remembering game. When we met, we did or said something like this and found out if he remembers them. One of them used to be my one-sided love. I have to admit that awkwardness when he doesn’t remember, and vice versa, I remember them clearly. I or we have to accept them, hoping we can be You someday.