Although there are six members in my family, we love to travel. We manage to save up money and travel to somewhere in the world. And my father loves to take pictures of us whenever we travel. He makes us pose and he makes us look natural to take pictures. This is all because photographs are a great way to keep and remember memories.
I was going through the pictures a couple weeks back and came across a picture of the six of us smiling wide with our arms around each other in Quebec, Canada. We stood in front of an ancient castle and looked so happy to be there, so happy to be together. But in all honesty, we really weren’t.
First, so many people in Quebec ignored us because we didn’t know any French. It was intimidating to even ask for the bathroom. The people we encountered treated us like we were below them and looked down upon us. We felt ignored and really didn’t understand why the tourist rates were so high in the city.
Second, we had underestimated the weather and almost froze to death.
Third, my grandmother was once again diagnosed with cancer. She had gotten chemotherapy months back and was supposed to recover according to her doctor, but obviously, he was wrong. We couldn’t go to her and she couldn’t come to us.
Fourth, we had just found out that my father’s brain was being pressured by the liquid that was originally supposed to protect it. We had also learned that there was no medicine, no surgery that would give him full recovery.
Fifth, because of all the numbers above, we were constantly fighting and arguing with each other.
But just by look at the picture, no one would ever even guess that we were falling apart as a family. When people look at the snapshot, they will probably think that we were having the time of our lives. They might even envy us.
That’s the thing about photographs; it doesn’t tell the whole story.
Yes, a picture is worth a thousand words, but is a thousand words enough?
Word of the Day: boregasm