Oliver’s P.O.V.
I looked around the place while sitting lazily on the couch in the living room of Mariam’s house. The whole place had a homey feeling. It was not a big place. It had two bedrooms, kitchen and living room on the ground floor and two more bedrooms, and attic at the first floor. I could guess that Mariam had her bedroom on the first floor and mom had her on the ground floor. There were so many photographs at one side of the wall neatly arranged on shelves. A few of them had her father too. The smile on their faces was genuine as if they were truly happy when they shot those photos. A few of them were of Mariam on her expeditions. I was still digesting the truth that she was a wild life photographer.
Their whole lives were present there in form of photos. I really envy Mariam
