I was thinking about it and I was impatient about what was going to happen. I was scared that I would do something wrong but I was so happy to do something so extraordinary. My mum and cousins were there as well. I could just hear what they were saying, but I wasn’t able to respond or to think much about their chatter. My mind was too busy. I needed to make sure everything was perfect.
I loved my clothes that day, they were my fancy clothes I wore just for special occasions. My mom was extra careful telling me to not ruin the perfect white of the top or the trousers. I had to make sure it was perfect as well. It was a special day for me.
But my sister, well, she didn’t have a care in the world while I was stressing about every move. She was laughing, crying, fidgety, trying to get away.
As soon as we entered in the studio, my curious eyes went through everything, the lights, the décor, the people. Everything was scanned. My sister, on the other hand, was a nightmare. She started crying and wanting to leave. And I was wondering why?! It’s such a great adventure we can have together.
The décor was set, the pose was set, my unruly hair was set but my sister was completely unset. So much annoyance. She was ruining my perfect day. My cousins distracted her, showed her shiny objects to make her stay still. After a long wait, everything was over. She stopped for a second and the photo was taken.
It looks like we’re happy but the inside of me is boiling.