me and photos

I have very few pictures of me with me from growing up, my home or me and my dad. When I came to Canada it wasn't forever. It turned out to be like that. I get to know the reasons years later. My life was used as a way to acquire control by my sister who you know died of inheritance. I remember asking my mom to bring me my photographs. That's all I asked and guess what I received only 20-30 pics and knowing me I used to get my pics taken every now and then. Oh well. I don't know if they have burnt them or hoarded them but whatever it is, Karma bus will be heading your way. 

Anyways, I was chilling then and I am chilling now. 

Thank you Universe for watching over me always.