I’ve always wanted to be a photojournalist.
When I was a child, my mom would often take me to her doctor’s office and ask questions like, “Do you like photos?
Do you like to photograph?
Do the photos help you feel better?”
It was the perfect opportunity to get to know my father.
So when my mother and I started taking pictures together as kids, we couldn’t have asked for a better partner.
I was the youngest of six kids, and I always dreamed of becoming a doctor, and it was a dream that never came true.
I never got my medical degree, and my dream was to work as a photographer.
My dad and I both took photos with our cell phones, but I was more of a painter.
My mom always used to take me and my sister and I to her art class and we always ended up taking pictures.
I always had a dream of becoming an artist, but that dream never happened.
When my dad passed away a few years ago, I was devastated and still had so much to learn about photography.
When my dad died, I went to visit him in his hospital room and we talked about the many ways he was an inspiration to me.
When he died, my sister came up to me and told me about the photo I had taken of him the day he died.
She said, “Mom, when you saw my picture of you, you were so happy.
You were so proud of your son.
Your son is your greatest inspiration.”
After a few months of being overwhelmed with grief, I began to reflect on my father’s photo and asked myself, “Is this what my father would want me to be?
Is this how he wanted me to live my life?”
It’s been a year since my father died and it has been a time of tremendous sadness.
I had to decide what I wanted to do with my life.
I had to figure out what my role would be in the community.
I couldn’t leave it to chance.
My first thought was that I would go into a photography class to become a photographer, but my mom insisted that I go into an advertising and marketing class.
I decided to take the class, and that’s how I began my journey to becoming a photographer and a family member.
After taking a year off from photography to become an artist and family member, I had a lot of friends.
A year after graduation, my father called me up to say that he wanted to talk to me about a career change.
My dad had been a photographer for decades, and he was still passionate about his craft.
I was shocked and excited at the same time.
I told my father that I wanted him to be my mentor and help me achieve my dream.
I also said that I was willing to help him move his family to Canada and live there with his wife and three children.
He was devastated.
He was very upset, but he knew that I had the ability to do what he needed me to do.
I said, okay, I’m ready to make the change, but you have to tell me if you need any advice or help.
He said, just let me know.
He told me that I have to trust him.
I didn’t know what to say, so I didn�t say anything.
But after a few weeks, I decided that it was time to leave my family behind and get a job.
I moved into a house in the suburbs with my new family and my two young daughters.
It was very difficult at first, but after a while, I started to trust myself and I was able to make some really great decisions.
In my first year, I made a lot more friends, and as a result, I got a lot better at my job.
Now, I am a full-time student, and this is my second year working as a full time photographer.
The hardest part about becoming a parent is that you know you�re never going to be able to control everything, but at the end of the day, you are doing what you love.
I am fortunate that my father did not die young, so we never had to deal with his passing.
He lived the life of a successful businessman.
My life is full of moments of sadness and moments of triumph.
I have so many friends, but one of my greatest memories of my father is when he walked out of the funeral home after the funeral and stood up and said, thank you for all the love and support.
He loved us all.