I opened the book, and out slipped a photograph. Heaving a sigh, I picked up, thinking it was probably just one of my baby pictures. Suddenly, one glance at the photo knocked me out of my drowsiness.
I opened the book, and out slipped a photograph. I closed my photo album and carefully placed the photograph on top, admiring the way the pillar decorated with gold dragons was illuminated in the midday sun.
I opened the book, and out slipped a photograph. Just a normal Polaroid picture. It all seemed so normal. But little did I know that picture would change my life forever.
I opened the book, and out slipped the photograph; and I saw Papa’s familiar face immediately.
That was my papa with his wide forehead, penetrating eyes, and an amused expression.
He stared at me kindly from the picture with the blue sky as background, and I stared back.