Afternoon with Old Photos
On one lazy Sunday, Emily and I sprawled across the living room floor, surrounded by albums. ‘Look at this, Mom!
‘ she chuckled, holding a picture of her first Halloween as a witch. Memories came alive as we paged through the photos, lost in time for hours.
These photos held the snapshots of her growing up, but somewhere in those pages, we hoped to find hints of her past.
It was both nostalgic and exciting.