CHAPTER NINETEEN
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One thing I loved doing is taking pictures. I don’t know when my passion for it started but one thing I remembered is I was just a 7 year old boy and Dad gave me he quoted “Favorite possession” It was a vintage camera. I took pictures since then, And I always make him and Mom the subject. All the pictures I took show that Mom and him are happy, But as the years passed, Every snap of my photo, It’s as if the relationship that I once knew also snapped.
I can’t deny that I don’t know the real reason why that happened to them, Because I know goddamn well what went wrong. Or should I say, From the very beginning it was wrong, And I am just too blind to see the problem.
Inside my room, I have a secret door leading to my photographic room. A red room. In here, I develo
