My first communion and the year is unknown. All day long my father snapped away at me doing the universal prayer pose. There's only so much prayer pose a young girl like myself can handle, and that is exactly 39 photos. Once I hit 40 crying will ensue because the Dominican cake becomes a full on tease and the idea of it being edible dissipates. AND, still he kept taking photos regardless of the pouty face (seen here).
Yes, my dad is obsessed with flashing lights and now that cameras have turned digital the pupils, I and my siblings were born with are in grave danger.
I'll pray for my sister and the dangers that await us in Mexico.