EVERY once in awhile, we're able to capture a photo of our Leah in her usual, happy state. But as a general rule, when it comes to smiling for the camera - She will have NONE of it.
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It's as though she's determined to appear UNhappy
This has been a continual source of frustration. That is...until last week when, while sorting through my childhood photos, I came across pictures like this one - taken by my dad when I was four.
Clearly, the apple does not fall far from the tree.
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I have since forgiven Leah, and would like to take this opportunity to publicly apologize to my parents.