I guess I never really thought about it. It was just something to accept. I mean, it didn’t hurt that you went off to photography school. It didn’t hurt that you spent at least 6 hours a day with your camera. It hurt that you took hundreds of thousands of photos of my brother and thousands more of my sister. It hurt that you took none of me.
I understand that I’m not photogenic at all, that I’m not pretty enough for your photos or obedient enough to sit still for that long. But did you really not care enough to try?
It’s not that I WANTED my photo taken. I just wanted you to WANT to take my photo. It’s a big difference. I just wanted you to want it, for once. For it not to be caused my me, for it not to come from a outside source. I just wanted it to happen once because it meant that you thought about me.
And you never did. I never even crossed your mind.
Your only child that never crosses your mind