𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽 4 - My favorite photograph.

Wow, it was really hard to choose which is my favorite photo. I honestly had never asked myself. More than anything, it complicated me to be able to show a photo that managed to convey my feelings, I had a hard time finding it but my granny helped me with that. Finally, after reviewing ALL my photos on my cell phone and those of my granny's album, I finally decided on this one.

I honestly don't know who the person who captured this photo was, as it's very old and my granny didn't remember it, but I imagine it was some uncle or aunt. 

This photo was taken on September 17, 2003, for my first birthday (18 years ago). In the photo appears my father, who comes out with a camera, the baby that is me and a couple of people that I can not recognize. This photo was taken in Santiago, months before we moved to Copiapó.

This is my favorite photo in the world, since since I was little I have had a very big connection with my dad, he is my hero. 

Although I remember absolutely nothing of that day, it is a photo that I want to treasure because it is one of the few photos in which I appear with my dad, since many were lost in the flood of 2015, the changes of city and houses.

In addition, this photo reminds me of an anecdote that my granny always tells me. As I was learning to walk, one day I ran away from my house without my dad noticing, and I arrived at my granny's house (since it was around the corner), obviously my dad earned a great challenge for leaving me alone but today we laugh a lot about it. 

Now I am very far from my dad (since he lives in copiapó), which has me a little sad but I hope to see him soon. 

I must admit that I am a bit embarrassed to show this photo as I was a baby. 

I hope you like it as much as I do!

REGARDS!!! :)