this was taken when i was a young girl in the first home i can remember living in. and as i look at this picture, i remember so many things: the brown rug in the living room that my mother hated, my mom's olive skin and brown teeshirts, my cousin rob's artistic talent, my mom mom's caring smile and worn hands.
these are things that stay with me, that i will remember until i'm old and gray(er). and in remembering these things, i can't help but think that my children are also remembering things now. they will someday look back on the things we do together and the people who love them.
and i wonder, what they will remember?
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