: I take the photo in my hand and stare down at it. My breath was taken away for a moment, as I realized what it was. It was the only photo taken of me and my parents. I remember Suki asking me if I had baby pictures of myself, when I answered with a no. That I had never been taken a picture of, he flipped out, and took a picture of my family, when I was around 11. I hadn't noticed how much I had forgotten what they looked like. The features of their faces, their height, the length of their hair, I had completely forgotten. I realized my mouth was open a bit, and I shut it immediately. "Yeah." I whisper, not including an explanation. The picture was old, as if it had been folded for a long time. Behind my parents was our front porch, muddy, crusty hand prints on the front door and through the wall from when I messed with the mud after it rained. I remembered doing that so long ago, when I was about 8, mom and dad were frustrated, but decided to keep it there. Also on the front porch wall, was what I had for breakfast that day, if I remember correctly. Peanut butter and jelly, with an apple. Before I knew it, there was a bright smile spread across my face, the picture already bringing back memories. Dad with a serious expression, and mom smiling slightly, beautifully. Me waving my hands up, forming peace signs, smiling so big, I didn't even know it was possible for me to smile that large with the life I had then. I notice a drop of water fall on it, but then realize that it was a tear. I wipe my face, and my smile fades into a frown. I wish they were here to see the photo for the first time. I wish mommy were here to laugh at dad for looking like a scary guy. For daddy to complain about my childish peace signs, to point out the wholes in my shirt too. But they weren't here, and honestly, I had no idea where they truly were. And that hurt the most.
Look! You can see his boxers!
I LOVE IT! Nuff said.