A picture frame
The son as everyone looks at it
"diary" as everyone looks and likes it and hold some great memories
You see me at night, by day you tell everyone about me. I come back looking differently than before. I sometime leave you in the darkness. What am I?
Hold me by the neck and I won't mind, if I get wrong I just need a good wind. If you want me you better pick wisely, just use your ears and I'll follow you blindly.
What am I?