Esmeralda said, “Raymond, you can't drink soy milk. After so many years, how come you still can't remember it yourself?”
Raymond pursed his lips and smiled. His tone filled with laughter.
“Yes, it's fortunate to have you around all these years.”
They looked deep into each other's eyes as if they were a pair of lovers for many years. I wasn't interested in watching their intense love anymore. I was about to go out when Raymond called out to me.
“Hold on, Euharrell. I remember you studied photography. Can you help me with today's shoot? I don't trust the new photographer.”
I haven't touched a camera since my father died. As soon as I pick up the camera, I think of my father, who taught me photography since I was a child.
My mind was filled with his reluctant and fragile appearance when he left. It made me no longer have the courage to press the shutter.
Esmeralda Rosendale knew about that. So she locked all my cameras in a cabinet and told me that I shouldn't force myself. She also would accompany me to walk out slowly until I was willing to pick up a camera again. But at that moment, she didn't wait for me to say anything and directly pushed me into the back seat of the car.