My youngest examined a black and white photograph hanging in the hall. Although it has been there his entire life, it seemed the first time he really saw the image of a woman holding an infant. He looked at the photo, looked at me and struggled to make sense of the two. Finally, hesitantly, he asked if the woman is me. I said yes and the child is his almost-15 year old brother.
He was puzzled. The woman in the photo has darker hair and looks a lot younger than I, he said.
He's right; I've aged a lot in the last 15 years.
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