I love this picture of me.
The look on my face sets up the story line, of course. Jealous. Angry. Frustrated by that awful itchy thing that someone dressed me in that day – for somebody else’s birthday party, no less.
I think the girl in this picture wants a slice of cake. She wants the limelight. She wants out of that dress.
I see my daughter in this picture. I hear her grumpy voice. I can almost hear her patent leather shoes scuff out of the room, disgusted with the entire day.
Some people say my daughter and I look alike, but most people say we don’t. I agree with most people; we look very different. But in this picture, I see my daughter’s feisty spirit – and that’s why I love it so much.