My father was not healthy for a long time. He retired early to come back to Shanghai in 1979 upon our request and discussion with my parents; we thought it would be happy family reunion. Because of years of separation, plus my aunt’s instigation between my parents, my father and mother were on the brink of a breakdown. Mother’s muted melancholia concerned me. By that time I had graduated from the Shanghai Arts and Crafts School and started to work at my mother’s working place to design gold coins. In order to console her, I took her to stroll in the park and photographed her. She complied with my suggestions for the photograph to satisfy me, but she was still sad and lonely on the inside. Once again, I felt powerless. The first time I felt so upset while my grandmother hearing my uncle’s death. I accompany my grandma every minute except sleep, I tried everything I can do for her to release her pain, but I didn’t succeed. It is the second time when I was overwhelmed with my parents' emotional problems.