Written by: Aayotrie Chaudhary - 27019, Grade IX
Posted on: 16 May, 2023
The pictures are hung in bronze colored frames,
Childhood memories galore.
My brother’s baseball games,
And my sister who’s on the beach shore.
There’s only one photo of me,
In the family portrait at the end of the hall;
A picture with all us three,
Behind me my siblings stand tall.
I normally take the pictures,
Of the family of four,
Building sandcastle structures,
And in the midst of snowball wars.
I would love to belong,
And have the parents my siblings did,
Though inside it just feels wrong,
So I just stay an invisible kid.
