The Picture

My brother and I were posing for a picture my mom was planning for a week. So we were just standing there while my mom was messing with the camera and my dad come to the side of my mom and made a funny face and caught my brother's attention. So my mom took the picture and my brother was looking away and I was just standing there. My mom wasn't happy with my dad because that was the last picture on the roll of film. I thought the picture wasn't that bad and now it is a memory.
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Age 14
Stevens Point, Wisconsin, USA

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