Immortalized

In my bucketlist, I only have three dream pictures. Finally, I've put a check mark in the box of one of them. I've always wanted to have my youth immortalized; my years-long braces, included. Although I think that wouldn't be necessary as others keep on telling me that I'd forever look young as I have the face and the height of a baby. Kainis diba! Harhar. Let me continue with what I was saying anyway. I've been to a lot of places where life-size portraits of the woman of the house hang perfectly on the walls. The more vintage the portrait is, the more drawn I am to it. Others say it's scary. But for me, I find it mysterious. And regal. Imagine having your future grandkids talk about your picture taken when you were in your teenage years. My paternal grandmom has this sketched portrait of herself when she was in her 20s. It looks so dramatic and so enthralling that the moment I saw it, I knew I have to have one too. And I did. Only, mine wasn't in the classic black and white. 

Mark my word, one of these pictures is going to greet you in my future abode. Hahahaha