Essay: A Memorable Photograph
The picture does not show my elder brother, in his blue jeans and school jumper. I will never forget the first moment I laid eyes on him, he looked taller and thinner. I thought for a moment he was sick. But his eyes were bright and shinny, he had a bounce in his walk, and he talked funny. I thought so when he took the picture, as I stood there observing him. At first I did not run towards him, I took my time to study him. This is the time he took the picture and caught me with a solemn look.
I remember how I felt at this moment, I was happy to see him, yet sad as I remember how much I had missed him. I was afraid I would not see him again, I thought he was going back to school the following day, a thought I really dreaded at the time.