My mom an international student from Canada studying in Jakarta, my dad, a local Balinese. As they were dating, my mom would visit my dad in Bali on long weekends or school holidays, until they got married.
I love my mom's cool t-shirt, paired with the satin sash around her tiny waist and obvious 70's jeans, not to mention my dad's thick locks, and well fitted baby blue shirt on his dark skin. But most of all I think it's their smiles of innocence and adoration for each other in this very moment that I love the most.
