Photographs
Just about a week ago, I was staring vacantly at my room ceiling until I heard my dad holler out my name from downstairs. I was wondering what his problem was since there was such agony in the tone of his voice.
“Anak, will you kindly fix the family files? I’ll pay you.”
Phew. I thought some kind of maniac ran over our house gate or something. Well, it kind of felt like it seeing how messed up our files were.
I carefully placed the word files in their respective folders, as well as the pictures. Little did I know, I was laughing all by myself seeing photographs of me and my little brother munching over a strawberry flavored ice cream, posing out wacky faces that you never thought would have existed, me wearing a pink sando and shorts with my overly short hair, everything was just so amusing. I did not notice the time but it actually took me until 4 in the morning to finish half of the work.
Doing this gave me so much happiness and maybe it’s because I have always given a lot of significance to photographs. Whenever I scan through them, I would see smiles and laughter and meanwhile, you’d see my smiling and laughing as well.
Here’s the thing. No matter how ugly you think you look way back then, no matter how dark or chubby you were, always put to mind the reason why you smiled in that photograph.
