I looked up at table beside our bed, where there was a solo photo of Emily taken when she was four years old.
She was in a yellow dress, smiling brightly and innocently among a field of brilliant sunflowers. At that time, I liked Emily's smile in this photo so much that I applied this photo as my profile photo on WhatsApp, and then I printed it out and placed it on the bedside table.
I felt a little creepy because Emily's current smile was exactly the same as the one in this photo.
Emily had already turned around and walked out. I was completely confused. I subconsciously picked up my phone and wanted to look through the photos I had taken of Emily.
I liked to record. Since Emily was born, I had taken pictures of her every day. My phone was full of photos of Emily.
My hands were shaking my hands when I discovered that Emily hadn't grown taller from last year.
Before she was five years old, Emily was closer to me, so I was the one who took care of everything including buying clothes for her and measuring her height.
But after she was five years old, Emily resisted being with me but liked Bell more. She let Bell to buy her clothes and pick her up from school.