It was a tiny glass frame, look rather yellowish of it's old age, but still, it was well-kept and the little picture in it never was changed. Dad's hair was black and shiny back then, with his right hand safely pocketed, and his squared spectacles reflecting the light that was flashed out from the camera, his pair of eye pupils barely seen. I shift my focus to the right, my mom was so cheerful, wearing a sleeveless white top and black jeans, stylish i could say until I saw at the toes, it was slippers rather than an expected high heel or a glamorous sandal. Heh, my sis stood awkwardly beside mom, she wasn't short-sighted yet, wearing a blue blouse I recognize wearing it myself years ago, must had passed down to me. She looks really pretty by the way. And there, standing in front of everyone, being under a huge pink jacket that isn't suppose to be her size. With straight bangs, I smiled shyly. Behind, laid a tall, fountain with magnificent French buildings I reckon was the Colmar Tropical.

I loved my family. I was sad to find this little photo frame being slammed down on the table, not revealing it's picture anymore. Fixing it in it's right position, I  recalled the argument I had with my sis, and the last words were torturing. I was actually grateful for the slamming of our doors that ended the increasing temperature of our temper. I learned never to call someone stupid, cause u never know who might get hurt with just this simple 6-letters.

I can't believe I just did that. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but the temptations won over my resistance. I went ahead due to my deep curiosity. I close my friend's diary and locate it back inside the hidden closet. What I'd done was unacceptable. But what I read was truly more important than what I did. I was utterly shock because I didn't notice her feelings. She looks carefree and indifferent from the outside, but her heart was tearing and broken. To realise she was missing the times we had during form 3. She wants to be in the same class with us, to not be left behind, to be able to face us the minute she turn her head. I regret teasing jokingly of her being in arts stream and throwing us away from her friend list. In real fact, it was the opposite.

I'm always bragging about how people don't understand my feelings, never notice my needs or abilities, and why can't my friends and family be more observant of me? What about me? Did I not neglect them too? Everyone understands what was it like being forsaken by those close to their heart, people in whom we invested much and not having the response we hope.

No one is able to follow and accompany you in every sufferings. However, we should not lose sight of the One who loves us most , the only One who understands you 100% and promised to never leave or switch His focus away from you. He is God.

But let us try our utmost best too to embrace the socially invisible and serve people intentionally and unexpectedly.