By Nancy Finston
I spent an hour trying to turn my sister’s frown upside down but lacked the Photoshop skills. Even tweaking the corners of her mouth a few pixels—to give her a hint of a smile—looked garish.
My brother and I knew to perpetuate the happy family masquerade. Our grins could have lit up a galaxy. My parents had polite, circumspect smiles; it was a portrait for the church directory, after all.
But my sister was always the truth-teller. She glared at me through time and sneered: “Really?” I finally relented and posted the unaltered photo to our Ancestry family tree.
I like the idea of photos masking reality. Enjoyed it.
Thanks for commenting David – glad to hear you liked it.
Every family needs truth tellers – even if it’s just one. Well done.
A now, finally in my senior years, I’m becoming a truth teller, too. (Took long enough!) Thanks for reading and commenting.