2014

As I was wandering through my archive, I spotted this old picture. I stared at it for a while, and hoped that my smile hasn't changed since. My cousin took this picture the day I took her portraits insanely. 
Glad that my favorite t-shirt didn't change. 
I thought about the way I treat myself and realized my ethical understanding is built on not betraying my old, child self. I feel strange each time I betray to the thoughts of my childhood.