I have all my youth in photo paper. The day we went to the park and the day it snowed and the day I was doing homework in bed and the day I was dressed as a clown. All of my youth is sitting on top of the tv behind the two small doors. My parents did a lovely job of recording it all. They tell me the things that we did or what was going on the day they took the picture. The one in the parking lot where I have the grocery cart, the one where I’m standing next to a bunny, the one where I’m on my fathers back, and the one where I’m sleeping next to my mother. It’s all there. They remember it so well. So I have this urge to recored when my dad kisses my mother on the forehead and when my mom looks at him and smiles. Because I feel it is my duty to recored this time of our lives. It is my duty to remind them of this when they are older. When their hair turns from black to white. I want to have all their love in photo paper. I want to tell them “this day, well this day you fixed the washing machine for mom. And here you where waiting for her to come back from work ‘everything feels so lonely when she’s not home’ you’d always tell me” and “here mom, you were putting up the shower curtain with dad and here you where making his lunch.”

I feel I owe them that much.
Because they have such a love for each other.

and every time the feeling hits harder.