Year 2/28

I am sad because we don't have any toys. I am unaware of my parents' oppressive circumstances. Why should I be? I am in my second year of life. And then this photo is taken. My father's toy. I grab it and won't let go: a camera. A love that steers my life in a direction so early on that I consider this moment a blessing. Everyone who knows me today can understand the depth of this photo. And all those who don't know me will understand it too.