Where Am I?

It was the snapshot of the two of us, just after marriage and this picture adorns the walls of my bedroom now. Each time Tia (well that is what I lovingly call her) looks at the photograph, she screams, ‘Mamma’ then she goes again ‘Deuta’ (meaning father). Of late she must have realized, something is amiss in the picture.
One fine day, she was staring at the picture for quite some time. Then all of sudden she questions me, ‘Where is Tia here?’