Think about that time your sister dressed you up as girl, and then took a photo of, while you cried, in a dress?

Your sister made you put on a  dress, and then some earrings. You were eight, maybe. You looked beautiful, she said, but you did not like it, did not like everyone looking at you in the kitchen, and you burst into tears, it was always tears, and then the flashes of the camera and then the shame and then you just didn't know what to do and the tears just took control, and even now they still show that photo, in your beautiful dress, a look of absolute anguish on your face, and they laugh. They laugh.

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