“Maybe you’ll remember something. Or at least believe me when I say, I always loved you. If I had stopped and examined all of it, I would have seen it too.” He adds, watching me pensively.
It’s a large rectangle of folded paper. Six times bent to make it small. I flip it over, ignoring the childish writing on the back as it’s practically unreadable from years of being pulled in and out of his wallet. It’s seen better days.
It’s a printed image of two young children on paper, hand in hand on a beach. Both have their back to the camera and stare into the sea, a little apart with a completely still and serene posture. Relaxed and comfortable together. Looking like poster children for a sweet artwork.
Perfectly captured softness, a setting sun, gentle waves, and the tones of the sand and se
