Then I saw it and I was certain that picture was inside it. Her jewelry box, the only thing in her room that was locked. I was so close in finding out the reason my mom cries about, but I couldn't find the key. I was so close, so close that I was willing to break it open. So close that I didn't care that I would get in trouble if I broke my mom's stuff."
"I didn't break it though...my mom heard me. I was afraid she was mad at me, but she wasn't. Far from it. She pulled out a key after she grabbed her jewelry box from me. She showed me the picture."
"At first, I thought I looking at a picture of myself in the future. You couldn't blame me if you saw it as well. It was actually picture of a man who has the same hairstyle as me and same hair color as me. It was my dad she told me."
"I asked where he was, but my mom ignored my question. Instead she told me to promise her to never to talk about dad again. Seeing her rip up that picture to shreds made me keep that promise and I still haven't broke it to this day."
