Photograph

Just an essay about a simple photograph

Monkey and Robot

Looking at this photograph I know that every time is going to make me laugh. My “fishy face” and my sister kissing my cheek. That’s all, so simple yet perfect. We were at the ice arena and I can feel the cold temperature of the background. It makes me wonder were did all my confidence went? My smile seems to have faded. I use to love taking picture and posing for them too. I have albums upon albums of photographs of me. In all of them I’m smiling and striking a pose; yet now you have to force me to take a picture. All since January the second, 2006. My life wobbled in a line and I just laugh when I want to cry. And the worse part is that I can’t talk to mom about it, because she will get sad, and when I try to talking to Tiff she cried, so the only person that listens is this paper. Maybe that can answer were my confidence went: right down the drain.

I see how insignificant I’m in this planet; I’m but a mere drop in an ocean of people.

I guess I do not value my self very much. The only thing that keeps me running is that all though I’m nothing more than a drop, I’m the most important drop in one person’s life. So although I’m bound to stay within range of the Jackson, that will not stop me from giving that person the life she deserves. After all the things that I put her through and all the things that she takes; that’s the very least I can do, plus it keeps me going.

If only I could relieve those days in which I actually knew who I was, who I wanted to be; days when the future was something far away, and my past was just there and I was not attach to it.

I believe the last time I felt that way was in my twelfth birthday party. Oh man! Those were the days. My brother got alone with my mother, my dad could actually walk with out a problem and all my friends were around. It was at a pool/park –we rented the whole place. We had several water balloon fights, swim until we got hungry, ate like pigs, and took a full album worth of pictures. There were only thirty of my closes friend and their relatives, thus the mountain of gifts reached my waist. Those were definitely one of the best eighteen hours of my life.

Well I guess there are a couple of other good days in my life, like the day I met my stepsister. All that I thought when she and my other stepsister walked into the house was “Here is another pair of stupid little kid for me to baby-sit” –she look a lot younger than me, but she is just a year younger. The last thing that I thought was that we would end up being sister and best friends, because I didn’t speak English and she does not like to speak Spanish.

One of our best adventures was last year when the whole family when to Utah. There we went in a hummer and rafting and we came up with Angelic for the very, extremely, absolutely hot guy that was our rafting tour guide. We sang, we laugh, we had our good times, but the best was the Limo ride.

We also have other weird vocabulary such as the Pimping Pickles that Pimp, Red, Arf, Flipping, Baka, Wuv and others that are not school appropriate. Man! That reminds me our songs are Until the day I die by Story of the Year and Blurry by Puddle the Mudd.

That Robot (Tiff) really thinks that I’m some sort of pillow and always falls at sleep on my laps, shoulder or b***s and she does not wake up easily; but I learn to get use to it. What else could I do? Although she ignores me a lot and is extremely jealous, not to mention hard headed enough to beat a rock. I still wuv her.

Forever Monkey and Robot.

 

Author's Note

grammar... plus me .... equals... not so good.