Sara
“I can’t believe how cute you were.”
I playfully poke my tongue out at Bastian. He and our parents sit on the sofa, Mom between Dad and Bastian, as they look through the photo album I brought.
“I’m sorry, there aren’t many. Jill and Paul weren’t big on photographs.”
Mom shakes her head. “This is perfect. We get to see you grow up through these pictures, and I couldn’t have asked for more.”
They’ve seen me as a small child, my first Christmas without them, my first lost tooth, and so much more. My family missed out on all of those precious moments. I can’t get them back, but the photographs seem to be helping ease the pain somewhat.
“You look so much like your mother in this picture.” Dad smiles while turning the album around for me to see.
I smile because he’s right; I look jus
