My Mother

Here stands my mother when she was four years old. I can't believe she was a child once. I mean I know she wasn~t born a grown woman, but sometimes she acts as if she was born with all the knowledge her brain allows. This is the only photograph that the family has from her childhood. It's been through a lot. Like being stolen out of relatives' photo albums. I ripped it in half and tried to retouch it on the computer. Eventually I told her. Only because the computer didn't print the photo well enough. This photo shows her innocence and makes me realize how much I love her . I'll think of it the next time I ask her for things only the Rockefellers can afford.

submitted by Khadijah Mitchell
Pittsburg, Pennsylvania USA
January 1997

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