Dad said a man was coming from the city to photograph us tomorrow. I never had a photograph taken of me before. My parents had one, taken with James when he was a baby. Eliza and I weren’t born yet.
The picture sits over our mantle, embroidered in a gold frame. Dad always promised he’d have one…
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