Family Photo
The father stood at the front of the family photo with his chest out and beamed a huge smile. The kids were seated in front of the father on little stools. His wife Deborah was at his side, and he had his arm around her, tightly gripping her waist. The camera was an automatic one that the father had set before quickly running to get in the frame. Click. Big smiles. The father walked over to the camera. Just one more. Click. Big smiles. It was done. A perfect family portrait. Get this mocked up in a frame and he can take it with him wherever he goes. The father put the kids to bed and then put his wife in front of the TV. It was Desperate Housewives re-runs. Her favourite. The father could hear Gabi laying into her husband on the TV. It made the father smile. Don’t worry dear, I’ll do the dishes. I’ll load the washing. You just watch TV. The father was a perfect husband. He did everything he said he would. A real whizz around the house. The house was sparkling by the time h