The Stranger in the Photo is Me
I always say I do not care much about the past. But after scavenging through the family photo collection and the pictures on my Facebook, I caught myself contemplating if I truly care about the past and the stories the photos have to offer. However, while looking through the photos, I discovered pictures I never knew were taken, as well as pictures I can vividly remember every detail about. All the pictures have one similar aspect—a girl – a stranger –me. I look different in these photographs. In the pictures, I am participating I an array of activities. From playing with baby-dolls and Barbie’s, watching cartoons, playing outside with my sisters dressed in Indian costumes, to being all bundled up making snow angels, all the while having a childhood. In one of the other pictures I am smiling at the camera with my face shining bright at my birthday party surrounded by family. In another picture, I am holding my infant sister in my arms, cradling her with a natural motherly instinct. I have a haunting look in my eyes, that I know as innocence, that shows how unaware I was of the untold horrors to come in my life. …show more content…
As I examine the photograph, I feel a twinge of pain shoot through my chest. In the photo, our faces are all glowing bright with excitement and radiating with warmth and an unbreakable bond of friendship. We said we would never grow apart and always be a phone call away. Little did I know then that all but one of those friends would move away, betray me, believe rumors and lies, and never communicate with me again. Now if I see one of them by chance, they act like I am invisible and walk past, even when I say hello. If I make eye contact they turn their head and quickly look
I always say I do not care much about the past. But after scavenging through the family photo collection and the pictures on my Facebook, I caught myself contemplating if I truly care about the past and the stories the photos have to offer. However, while looking through the photos, I discovered pictures I never knew were taken, as well as pictures I can vividly remember every detail about. All the pictures have one similar aspect—a girl – a stranger –me. I look different in these photographs. In the pictures, I am participating I an array of activities. From playing with baby-dolls and Barbie’s, watching cartoons, playing outside with my sisters dressed in Indian costumes, to being all bundled up making snow angels, all the while having a childhood. In one of the other pictures I am smiling at the camera with my face shining bright at my birthday party surrounded by family. In another picture, I am holding my infant sister in my arms, cradling her with a natural motherly instinct. I have a haunting look in my eyes, that I know as innocence, that shows how unaware I was of the untold horrors to come in my life. …show more content…
As I examine the photograph, I feel a twinge of pain shoot through my chest. In the photo, our faces are all glowing bright with excitement and radiating with warmth and an unbreakable bond of friendship. We said we would never grow apart and always be a phone call away. Little did I know then that all but one of those friends would move away, betray me, believe rumors and lies, and never communicate with me again. Now if I see one of them by chance, they act like I am invisible and walk past, even when I say hello. If I make eye contact they turn their head and quickly look