It’s been nearly three years since I last took a photo.

I’ve had a baby and a job and my mom asked me to do some photo-taking.

That’s the way my mom likes it.

“If you’re a photographer, what’s the point?” she asks.

“Why don’t you just go out and photograph the holidays?”

“I don’t want to do the same things as everybody else.”

I can’t help but feel like she is trying to tell me that I am an idiot, that I should be doing the same thing as everybody.

“You should just go home and sleep,” she says.

“Just relax.”

I have been asked to take photos of Christmas trees and to make a photograph of my family.

I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.

The reason she says that is because I haven’t taken a picture in years.

I feel guilty.

She says that she doesn’t know if she’s right or wrong. But I don