The legacy of love

A while ago, my mother died.

I wanted to pick a photo as a photo, and I was surprised to find that all of my mother’s photos were taken with my father, my children, and my friends, but I didn’t have my own photos. The owner of the photo shop is my friend. I discussed a way with my friends, picked the most satisfactory photo, swept it into the computer, and then deleted the person who took the picture with the mother, and replaced the blank part with the background. Then carefully modify the details. This will become a single photo of the mother alone. Finally, after careful selection, the friend selected a photo of the mother and me.

The photo was taken on the roadside. When I was working in the field, my mother went to see me in my city. The two took a photo in front of the company. The mother's face in the photo was full of happy smiles, so I chose this photo. My friend swept the photo into the computer, deleted me from my mother, and carefully took off my hand on my mother's shoulder, then changed the background to a blue set, then modified it, and it was not long before it was completed.

The technology of my friend, I am quite trustworthy, but the portrait, looking left and right, I always feel wrong, I asked my friend what went wrong.

The friend smiled and explained to me that the part that can be modified has been revised, but after all, it is a photo, and some places cannot be modified. The friend then pointed out a few subtleties.

For example, at the time the photo was taken on the side of the road, and the mother was still walking on the road like I was when I was a child. It took me with my right hand, slightly across the body, blocking the road for me, for fear that I was hit by a car. Therefore, the mother on the photo, leaning forward on the left shoulder and slightly above the right shoulder. Because the children have become her dependence. There is also a smile on the mother's face, the corner of the mouth is slightly raised, and there is a little pride in happiness, because that is where the son works...

My friends pointed out that I was ashamed. These are the actions of the mother's subconscious.

Mother and we get along with each other, but we are always used to ignoring her love, so that we have never found the details of these loves.

Later, I asked my friend not to make changes, and I took that photo as a photo of my mother.

Every time I see a photo, I always think that even if my mother is gone, the traces I have ever loved cannot be erased. The mother is gone, and her love has been left in every part of the house.

First grade: Intimate