Weekly Writing Challenge: The Photo

It was autumn of 1942, it was Dad’s birthday and Mum took a photo of us before going to church. Life was good back then when we were all together. Dad would go to work from 8 to 5, Mum would stay home, my brother Nick was going to school and I stay at home with Mum since I was too young to go to school.

Everything was perfect until Dad was drafted to fight in the war. A few months after, he died. This photo is the last one I ever had of my Dad. It reminds me so much of the times we spent together as a family. Life was perfect.

Everything changed since then. Times were tough and we tried to survive as a family. Mum was devastated of losing Dad and wasn’t able to recover from the loss. My grandmother came and lived with us. She took care of us.

It’s been 70 years since this photo was taken but I can still remember that day so clearly.