At that time, I was in the second grade of primary school, and it became a compulsory course every day to go to a state-owned photo studio to enjoy the photos in the window of the studio. After school, I always lie prone by the window, looking at everyone in the photo with bright eyes and quietly touching their cheeks through the glass. Being a person in a photo can only be realized in a dream.
I didn't expect happiness to come to me quietly. One day, one of my sister's classmates was transferred to a distant place. With her mother's permission, the two of them went to the photo studio to take pictures as a souvenir. I followed my sister to the photo studio and watched them standing in front of the camera with envy, like two lovely little princesses. That scene made my eyes greedy, and there was only one thought in my mind, that is, I wanted to take pictures ... I also wanted to take pictures ... When I got home, I immediately pestered my mother and said that I wanted to take pictures, too. At that time, the family only lived on his father's meager salary, and life was tense and tight. It is difficult for my sister to take pictures. Sure enough, frugal mother flatly refused my request.