/Amber's pov/
My father seemed to be a bit older, and his hair had changed and become a little greyer, but it was his eyes that attracted my attention. My memories of him were of hard, icy eyes that were constantly furious, but he was different here; he was smiling and pleasant, and he seemed to be kind and caring.
"It's kind of cute, huh?" Josh shared his thoughts.
With difficulty, I drew my gaze away from my father to the small baby; he was adorable and plump, with blond hair, brown eyes, and a wide grin. I took a look at the person in the photograph; she had brown hair and grey eyes, much like my mother and myself. I was intrigued. She was well-dressed. "Is she your mother?" I inquired, my finger pointing at her.
He nodded, grinned, and nodded some more. “Yeah. "Her name is Abigail,
