The Long Forgotten Photograph

Under my bed is a small box, it may be tiny but the memories it kept safe were far more than what could have fit in the little space it had. I rummaged through my old things, there were several letters, cards, notes and doodles on crumpled papers. Suddenly, my eye caught a glimpse of an almost torn photograph. It was old, and the colors were fading like forgotten memories of the past. I stared at it for a second and held it close, clasping it with both hands as if embracing the person in it. Tears began to fall and I couldn’t help but whisper words of longing, of yearning. There in that small box, all the memory I had of him was hidden. The long forgotten photograph of the person I hold so dear in my heart. My father was alive again, in my thoughts and in my heart. The long forgotten photograph brought him back to life and it was as if I could immerse myself in the fatherly love that I have been longing for.

Softly, I whispered, “Papa, I love you and I miss you…”


Author: Sassy

Country girl with a gypsy soul, living life the unconventional way.

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