Lake Posted May 23, 2009 Share Posted May 23, 2009 At Four In this one I am sitting on my dad’s lap, my little brother on my mom’s – an annual event for the whole family. Dressed in a woolen coat (a rare gift at the time when most live on ration cards). Hair in one pigtail on the right side. Face, a pout of jealousy. A silent voice cries: let me sit with mom, or between mom and dad. I squirm slightly toward the center. I don’t know yet that I will run away from their arms, live on a foreign land across the Pacific Ocean, learn English. Now I see that sulking look smile, calling me over. I squeeze myself in. Sound of the shutter. (Not so sure with this. Let me know how it can be improved. Thanks.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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