I watched Mom and Dad freeze. They stood like open-mouthed statues.
Will they remember? I asked myself. I gripped the frame tightly, held it up as if holding on to life… holding on to everything I knew.
Will they remember?
No.
They don’t remember.
They’re just standing there. Staring at it. Staring at me as if I’m crazy.
No… no…
And then I saw a single tear run down Dad’s cheek.