My brother was turned down his airplane ticket after the person helping us behind the counter found out his passport had expired. My mom had managed to overlook that small detail, which proved unforgiving in the eyes of the airport attendant. My brother was more devastated than upset; I was shocked. His passport was the last one to be scanned and I already had my body pointed towards the escalator. Then it hit me that he really wasn’t going to make it on this trip with us. He decided he still wanted us to go, but my Dad told him it was all of us or none of us. We’d just go on a roadtrip up north somewhere instead. Jordan said that was a silly idea. He would spend the two weeks at home with our Lola and would find ways to occupy himself.
So he took a cab home. We stayed. These photos resulted minutes after the news. My mom was in another world. She took all the guilt upon herself for not looking at all our passports. My dad didn’t know what to do. He had an emotion I’d never found visible on his face ever. My camera was invisible. It confronted them directly, all their emotions laid bare for my lens to grasp.
I didn’t ask my parents to pose. I snapped and sunk down in my seat. Emotion. When a situation stings, you feel numb. You don’t want to react, but in doing so, you do.