Look at the picture and write a message｜The last family photo

01

The red skirt in memory

For ten years, I have always treasured the one I wore when I took a family photo with my family when I was fifteen. Red dress. As for the well-kept family photo, I rarely put it out. I have to muster up courage to look at it every time. Although, I miss them very much, my parents, grandparents and uncles.

The girl in the red dress in the photo is me. I happily dressed myself up to take pictures, and I even put on the red dress that my mother gave me on my birthday, which I loved and cherished very much.

However, I waited patiently for the adults to arrive at the shooting location one after another and reluctantly, but they turned a blind eye to my carefully selected skirts and outfits, and just kept urging me to take photos. Teacher

Hurry up, hurry up, I still have a meeting! (Dad said)

My best friend and I have a beauty appointment soon, please hurry up! (Mom said)

Wouldn’t it be nice to take some pictures at home? Why go to such trouble when you have nothing to do? The children are busy! (Grandma said)

My uncle was the last one to arrive, and he didn’t have a chance to express his complaints. Only the grandfather who insisted on going to the photo studio to take family photos remained silent. He seemed not to hear their overwhelming resentment and was in a state of philosophical contemplation. It was not until his uncle who rushed over in a hurry reminded him that he remained calm. He nodded to indicate to the photographer that he could start taking pictures.

I think I am a rag doll that has been forgotten in the corner. I can only feel sad secretly. No one noticed my expectant eyes. I originally thought I would take a few more photos so that we can choose more beautiful ones. Some magnification and flushing, but there is none.

This is the only one, and it is also the last family photo of our family.

In the photo, my slightly sad expression betrayed me. I could tell at a glance that I wanted to cry. But after the photo was printed, no one cared about me. What happened that day? Already? What’s even more sad is that before the photo could be hung in the living room, grandpa suddenly fell ill and left us forever. This last family photo became grandpa’s legacy.

02

It was difficult for me to accept my grandfather’s sudden death. I held up family photos and asked them one by one, why do you wear such ferocious masks when taking family photos? Shouldn't being together be a happy and joyful thing? Why are you all thinking so much, can you still call us family?

Faced with such a straightforward and childish question from me, my always tough grandma couldn’t say a word, while my parents and uncle felt guilty and speechless.

My uncle rubbed my forehead and whispered, "Girl, when you grow up, you may understand that there are many things that you have no control over."

I looked at them with half-understanding. The grief deliberately hidden in their eyes could not be deceived. They must also have regrets in their hearts. I just understand this.

03

After my grandfather passed away, my life became even more boring. Each of them was busy with their own things and had no time to take care of me. Slowly, I began to wear a mask, and they It’s no longer easy to see joy, anger, sorrow and joy on my face.

I think this is the price of growth.