Creative Writing - Faded Photograph

Why didn't you ever take me somewhere when I might remember it?
New Jersey, Florida, Hawaii.
I was too young.
Why don't you go build a time machine, Dad?
You could fix the parts that you broke.
Maybe I could go with you and relive what I miss.
We used to be so happy; you, Mom, and I.
Now, it's like a circus without a ringleader.
As a matter of fact, I think you're both losing it.
I'm old enough to fix this, but I'm not ready for that full of a plate.
You always told me my eyes were bigger than my stomach anyway.