The Pictures on the Wall

They say, "pictures keep memories..."I guess it's obvious it does.It remains a mystery how time can be reversed and memories can be reminisced through pictures,but that's just it.Pictures keeps you inclined with your past,present and even the future.Have you ever met someone who likes to take pictures? I mean,this person takes pictures on almost every occasion and keeps it.You could probably guess such person is a photographer right?A photographer is one who takes pictures typically for an occasion.But,you must have met people who are not photographers but likes to take pictures of themselves,events around them and all...let me not bore you with what it is...Hun!

Yeah,I'm that kind of person.I am Mirabel Clinton,an enthusiastic and loving personality,my parent's favorite.Trust me, you're going to be in love with my personality as I ride you through my story.

So,I am that girl that likes to take and keep pictures.I take pictures of myself,people and things around me,all for fun.Infact,my room was structured in a way that a large part of the room was dedicated for poster pictures,my room literally keeps me on the know with the past,present and the future;the good times and the bad times,awful and pleasant times.It no shows the awful moments of my life and scars that remain#killjoy#.My teenage years were full of memories that cannot be erased.Yeah,in life, it's not all about the good and pleasant times that you had but the bad times and awful things that made your story and has made you strong.Such are the memories that cannot be erased in a lifetime.

Let's ride through...

There are so many pictures on the wall that I want to tell you about the event behind it,but don't worry,I'll take it in a bit.

They say," family should come first in everything..."Yeah,so the first picture on the wall is a picture of me with my family.My dad,my mum and my two amazing siblings.

"You look so much like your dad",people would always tell me.I don't always believe this,cos for me,it's just the behaviour I got from him,You see the looks ehn,it's zero percent(chuckles).My dad is a tall,dark-skinned and handsome looking man in his mid fifties.No one would know he's that aged,he looks pretty younger than his age.He is such a sweet father and of course,a husband one could pray to have in the future.It's the way he sacrifices anything all for the sake of family,the love,the morals that he imbibes and that strong heart.It's really for me...

My mum!Hmmmn... Such a beauty to behold. I totally agree my beauty was from her.She really loves fashion.She still looks 18,even in her mid forties.You know how mothers usually try to take care of their female children and give them the best moral they could at their teenage years,saving up for the future...you know right?

That was my mum;supportive,caring,religious and understandable.

My siblings;Ethan and Rhian.Ethan was the first child and son of the family,he is four years older than I am. I think he got his looks from Dad,we shared it equally right?(mumbles)

He is slightly fair skinned,tall and fully built.He is just in his twenties.He was in Uni,while I was still in high school.It's the way ladies flock around him like birds(let me not start exaggerating)but really,he is every lady's man.He is skilled in computer engineering, brilliant and hot.As a younger sis,I'm proud to be ''the sister of the hot guy on Campus''

"Hey Mira(mum calls me that),go and clean up your sister's mess...''Mum scoffed.

It pisses me off whenever mum calls me to attend to Rhian.Rhian came in like a "thief in the night".No one was expecting another child in the family,I thought I was going to be the last child and only daughter.Moreso,no one's gonna share mum's love for me,her things and her time.Even Ethan,I thought I was going to be his only little sister,but then this little "being" Came in,she ruined everything (so sad). Anyways,I'm glad to have someone to yell at,play with and care for.Rhian brought joy and good tidings to the family, she's really so cute.

I must also say,my dad is not as religious as my mum.My mum likes anything related to Church;and that really pisses me off whenever she insists on going to Church with her.

"God is your creator, and you must serve Him...She'd always say.

Me,I am always on my phone in Church; what's my own?

I just love how daddy does not impose it on us to do Church stuff.He'd say; "Victoria!, don't force those children..."

Yesss....this is my family.We stick together as one,no third parties involved.It's so weird how I never met any of our relatives.I wonder why?

But,each time we ask Dad,he'd say "there's no relative, it's just us".

What could we do but to accept,after all,we have dad and mum who loves us so much.Life's soft,sweet and amazing with them.It was bliss forever.My family was truly one to behold,you should imagine...(smiles).

Right now, whenever I reminisce memories shared with my family,I wish I could wind back time, I wish we could be together again. I wish things continued as they started... I just have a lot of wishes.

Let me ask,Is there a picture of someone you have that whenever you see the picture,you flashback to the past or you rewind memories and you just keep muttering,I wish....?

Let's keep riding

We're still in my room.