My daily fragments reminds me of one of my distant relatives who has Alzheimer. A few years ago, I was visiting him during the Chinese New Year festival. Unfortunately, he did not recognize me at all but when I said my name and ask him if he knew this person. He smiled and said “of course, she is my distant niece and next year she will graduate from primary school”. Today, the painful feeling at that time still lingers. His memories stayed at a past time forever. But on the bright side, he stayed at the time that he wanted to stay.Here come my questions: Will the memories disappear one day? What will the object be when the story and owner do not exist anymore? Did we accomplish the object or did the object accomplish us? I think that an object with a story background is inseparable from the owner and maker. Their existence makes us human beings.