i found a precious ziploc full of pictures in the garage. i wasn’t particularly looking for old photographs, but the bag caught my eye and i brought it inside to have a glance before going to bed. everyone’s always told me how much i look like my mom and how i resemble her, and i always agreed. i never thought that i looked like my dad or felt like i had that much of his personality until i happed upon these three. he must’ve been just about as old as i am now, or even a bit younger.
