A Photograph

After I blogged that I don’t have a photo of my dad, my aunt digged up her albums and tried to look for one Christmas photo of me and my family, and the dollhouse my dad made for me and my sister. That’s the photo above.

I thought it would make me happy. For a time, it did (like for five minutes). But as I looked at it last night, it made me cry. I cried for more than an hour and I hated myself for it. It seemed like I was stuck in a bad melodramatic movie.

Nonetheless, I’m kinda glad I now have a proof that I did have a dad, and a doll house.

BTW, I was a cute kid, no? Guess which one I am. And guess which one is my cousin who threw a tantrum to be included in our family’s uber exclusive, once in a lifetime family photo. ๐Ÿ˜€

(Note: The doll house is in actual photo but not on this one because this is just a photo of the photo. :P)

0 thoughts on “A Photograph

  1. for a while it will make you cry, but afterwards, you will have the satisfaction of having faced your fears–of missing your dad. and looking back brings sweet memories, and the joy of the good life with loved ones.

    saying hello, and hoping that all’s well with you. nice to have met you at iblog4

  2. @Jon – I’ve seen his picture naman and I own some, but since I moved out, I don’t have it with me anymore… until now.

    @mica HUGS!

    @Lalaine – HI THERE! ๐Ÿ™‚

    @Sexy Mom – Thanks! Glad to have met you too!

  3. That’s good for you.
    Why don’t you have any by the way?
    Such a great day you’ll have after receiving that picture, I guess

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