still. the me in the picture, isn’t shaking his left leg, or drawing circles with his right hand, and no one can tell that my mind, has already wandered onto foreign thoughts. what would it feel like to devour a kebab, made out of a t-rex’s flesh? the photographer and my mom, are talking shop. highlights, exposure, gradients, contrast. his smile says that he is impressed, with the 45-year-old lady’s knowledge, of Adobe Photoshop. after years of receiving fairness creams as birthday presents, she found her magic wand, in photo editing. as we hang the family photograph, up on the off-white wall, someone calls it, “a picture-perfect family.” i smile. my little sister laughs. this time, she can’t help but show her teeth.
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