I haven't picked up my camera in a month. Today, after helping her clean her room, she flopped on her bed and gave me this. A moment of truth. A photo I'll treasure forever. It's as if she knew the thoughts that were swirling around my brain just this morning...
You should just pack it in already. You're not giving up. You're not a failure. You're being realistic.
It's as if she could feel the lump in my throat and how discouraged I've been feeling. How the thought of surrendering and doing what's popular eats away at me. I won't do it. I need to do this the only way I know how. With truth and meaning. For our family. For her. For me. For people who value the same thing.
Screw the facade. Show me what's real. I'll do the same.