Once Upon A Time

Once when I was younger
I remember,
I loved makeup,
and I put tons of makeup
all over my face
and when my little sister saw
she wanted some too,
so then both our faces were painted
with an amount far too much
of makeup.
And about 5 minutes later,
dinner was ready,
and mom called us down.
We walked downstairs like princesses,
waiting to show her our beautiful makeup,
but we ran into dad first,
who, instead, ridiculed us to the point of tears.
And then, because he wasn't amused enough, 
He got his camera, 
and forced us, sobbing and sniffling,
to go outside.
And outside,
he forced us to smile
through the tears
and nearly irremovable frowns,
and took over several pictures
of my sister and us.
Forcing us to pose
like the fuck ups
he thought we were.
And when he had enough photographs,
he forced us to go upstairs
and "wipe all that shit off your face."
So we did.
And after that,
I didn't think I was beautiful,
And I didn't play with mom's makeup
anymore.

You said when I was older
I would think back and laugh at that.

I'm not laughing.