The Story of a Picture

 

In this photography I was three years old. I'm next to my aunt, although she can't tell herself well, 

due to a cup of coffee that has spilled into the photo.  It's strange because I don't remember what 

his face was like back then, I don't know if she was smiling or  she was sad. As far as I'm concerned,

 I clearly don't look happy, I look a little uncomfortable and angry. 

This  picture is strange because in the background you can see two ladies with a kind of

 medical apron, however, this contrasts with the toy car I'm sitting in. I have no idea who took 

this picture, possibly someone unknown took it out as a favor and now it has gone into oblivion. 

This image conveys to me an enormous anxiety, I cannot recognize myself. The spots that 

have spoiled the photography look like a bacterium that is devouring my aunt and my memory. 

After all, only my body remains frozen in an uncomfortable pose and with an indifferent look. 

I would like to see this photograph in ten more years, perhaps the image is no longer recognizable

 by its deplorable state or maybe my aunt's face will emerge again.