In the photo that shows a smiling family in matching outfits, my father had a smile on his face. It was a slightly embarrassed smile. His eyes were narrowed a little, but he was still smiling. He hadn't yet found a way to tell us that he was having problems at his new job in Pennsylvania, but he was still smiling. We all hid something behind our smiles that day. My father hid his work problems behind his own. My brother had more of an angry and irritated smile, because shortly before the photographer took the photo, he and my father had a small argument. My mother's smile hid her disappointment because she had just yelled at my brother because he was wearing white socks that didn't match his shirt, she knew this portrait wouldn't be perfect. On my sister's face you can see a feeling of uneasiness because shortly before the photo, she had come across the photo that day. For my part, I also had a feeling of irritation behind the smile on my face. I felt this way because about 5 seconds before the photographer pressed the camera button, my family was arguing. Every time I look at the picture at home, I see how wrong it is. How fake we are of looking natural, how fake our smiles are, how fake we are of a happy family.