Totally no memories of this picture (of course😁) so this is from my mother's memory.
This picture was taken on my first birthday, captured on a film that had to be carefully saved, taken to a photo center, and waited on for days to develop.
I was sitting on the classic, lovingly crocheted (gantsilyo) chair cover made by my mother. According to her, which I think is true😁 that I was (and still am 😜) "maldita", that I don't wanna take a picture so when it was finally time to take the picture, my mother, father, and maybe some aunt and grandmother stood behind the photographer and they were all jumping, waving their hands, and making silly sounds just to catch my attention and don't throw a tantrums.
They were all asking me:
"Tingin dito, anak! Smile!"
I may not quite understand the fuss, but I clapped my tiny hands together, as shown in the picture, maybe because I was caught in the warmth of their voices. This is a single, precious shot because film was expensive and every frame counted by that time.
Decades later, this single shot of my childhood with faded colors and tear at the middle is a memory of the love coming from the one who arranged that chair, picked out that dress, and cheered behind the lens remains completely untouched.
This picture shows the beautiful efforts of the people around me to make sure I knew, even then, how deeply they were celebrated.
Sis @chakadoll let join!not sure if you already have an entry🥰
#childhoodphoto
@zine
