When Ying-chen came home from work, she told me and mom that the red guards started looking through family photos to look for four olds. I was nervous and knew most of our family photos had four olds traditions in them. We sat down at dinner, the dinner was quiet and I could see that thousands of thoughts were running through Ying-chen’s head. After dinner was over, Ying-chen told the children to go outside. When the kids went outside, she was going through some old bins and folders, until she found the bin named Jiātíng zhàopiàn “Family Photos” She took it out and brought the whole bin to the bathroom. She probably looked at me thinking I was an stupid because I just watched her, until she called me to bring a washbowl and a match. I knew something was going through her head. We sat there going through photos and laughing thinking of the fun times it was back then. We decided we should get a move on because if not the red guards might come tonight. We burnt the photos with four olds in it, for example the clothing. Ji-li, and Ji-yun came in around the couple of last photos. I knew mom told them but I don’t want Ji-li to worry. It was smoky in the bathroom and the window was opened just enough for some smoke to go out. We were almost done when we stumbled upon a picture of me and mom. I was sitting on a camel and mom was next to the camel wearing a warm fuzzy fur coat. I remembered that day, I didn’t want to burn it. I knew I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t want our family go through what Old Qian had to go through. I threw it in the fire. It was just sitting there probably saying “don’t do this to me” but then slowly the edges curled and it turned into flames, it caught fire and then puff it was gone.