I have the most beautiful family in the world. Kids full of joy and a wife who never frowns. It’s such a beautiful life they have and I’m glad I can capture it on camera.

I keep an album of all the best moments. The youngest’s first day of kindergarten, the eldest’s first time driving. I even got the eldest on her first date, though she shouldn’t be around boys. I always wait for them to come home from the comfort of my leather seat and watch them run up the stairs after school. I wish I could help them with their homework or give them advice. I would be so good at it.

It pains me to see my wife sitting all alone in the house all day. She could surely use some company. You may think it’s weird but I found some old pictures in the trash bin by the street. Some guy in group photos with my family from before I met them. It makes me angry seeing him standing there with such a grin on his face, making memories with the family I love dearly. I wonder what the kids thought of him. I’m sure he wasn’t a very good addition to the house.

I filled my photo album so I’ll need to find another, and maybe a camera that has a greater zoom. This one can never seem to capture their facial expressions well enough. I’m quite particular with my pictures as you may notice. I’m hoping one day I can show the kids all of my photos so they can appreciate the time I’ve taken to document their lives. I’m sure the wife would certainly love to see these moments of the kids all immortalized in prints.

I wish I could spend more time with the kids. I could pick them up after school and take them somewhere they’d love, maybe show them my place and all my pictures. I know they would love it. I stopped them on the sidewalk once and they didn’t seem interested in going anywhere. The eldest, whose name evades my memory, said something about their mother making dinner or some other excuse. The little one said their mother didn’t want them talking to strangers. How dare she call me such a thing.

Maybe I’ll come in and cook dinner sometime. They’ll appreciate that. They lock the door when they are gone but I see them use a key under the doormat. That’s how I’ll do it. I can leave them toys, make food, and spend time with them. Everything a good father should do. Those kids deserve a good father, and the wife a good husband. I’ll show them how good I can be for them. Maybe then I won’t have to be so far from them. Maybe then they’ll talk to me. Maybe then they’ll be a little more grateful for all the time and thought I’ve put into them. Maybe then they’ll love me.