I was excited to see kids. I love playing and shooting kids. But I think I have forgotten that we were not going to interact with them. ): Just do the cleaning and play games with the people I went with.
While playing the last game of the day, out of my eye corner, I saw a few boys standing near the windows, sticking their noses through the grilles. But instead, I was literally enjoying and laughing during the human football game! Their continuous presences bothered me till I could not bear ignoring them. So I reluctantly waited till the game was over. Once it was over, I rushed to my bag and dug out my camera, afraid the moments would be gone if I was not quick enough. Slowly, I walked towards the window grilles. I tilted my head up and smiled at them, hoping to ease the awkwardness they might have towards me. I lifted my hands and shot them. They just stood there, talking and gesturing to people who arranged the tables to the original positions (I think so). I continued shooting.
In a flash, I was done. As I browsed through the photos at home, my heart sank. Photos started to speak to me in many ways. The poses showed me the actions of longing. Maybe longing to be loved? Maybe longing to join us in the game? Photos' stories soon became questions. I was very sad that the kids were not asked to join us in the game or were we supposed NOT to???? :O
Indeed, those (adults or kids, it does not matter) living with parents, you all should be grateful! You got to be loved and cared! (':
