Commotion of Emotions

                Dear Dad,                                 It is my birthday on the sixteenth and I asked mother for a gift. She said that I would be turning six and I should stop acting like a small baby and should stop thinking of mat-rels-tic gifts. Then I told her I did not want an expensive toy because I know she does not have the money to buy it. I asked her for me to spend a day with you. She argued at first but when I said I would run away with the gremlins, she finally agreed but only allowed me to stay out for three hours. Mom tells me you have a lot of money but don’t share with her. Please buy me the red toy train at Gilbert Studio for my birthday. I will send this letter with Mr. Agnes. Mom does not know about it and please do not tell her.                                                                                                                                             With Love,                                                                       

Ten years ago, as I sat explaining my interviewer as to why didn’t I build my career as a photographer, I was troubled. It was tough for me to leave photography, especially when I had knit dreams of marrying it. Coming from a neat, down-to-earth background, I had somehow gathered the audacity to start a revolution in my family, by doing something out of the box - photography. Of course I was criticized; Almost on a daily basis. But I held on to it extensively. I stood alone, so as time passed, I weakened. I was shattered when I couldn’t get into National Geographic’s course focusing on cultural photography. It was my only hope to escape the monotony, and shut everyone up once and for all. But I had failed in it. It was in this moment of weakness that my father convinced me to sit for an interview for a clerical job. I was always good at studies; I was destined for such a job. And so, when the interviewer asked me “Why did you leave photography?”, I faked an answer just as a