Gathering my family in my Grandmother’s living room, She presents baby pictures; baby pictures of me and all of my other cousins. 

The baby picture, A picture of me with a golden frame around it; kept my eyes glued to it like a magnet. Yet so old but so nostalgic.

My mother had took this picture of me , out of many baby pictures of me; this picture stuck with me for years. The picture contains me and my grandmother.

Everytime I feel down or in a mood, I turn to this photo to bring me back to normal; reminding me that life is precious.

I was born May 8th, 2009, not a very memorable year for me; yet it was the day my mother had me.

– CC

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