"Must you take pictures of your food at the dinner table?" my mother asked after the white flash from my birthday present lit up our table for the en-teenth time that night.
"You would rather I take pictures of it somewhere else?"
My mother sighed and rolled her eyes. Could she not understand I was simply showing my appreciation for my birthday gift? It was bad enough to be born on Thanksgiving, when everyone thinks you should be giving to charities rather than wanting gifts for yourself. Ironic that Christmas is not far behind.
I stare down at the digital screen. The brown slab of meat arches like a title wave over a serene puddle of gravy. This camera is
amazing. It picks up everything and makes me feel like a Lilliputian ready to climb the green boulders and squishy orange logs.
-Eliabeth Hawthorne
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