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Chapter 44 - the photograph on my desk

I kept three photographs.

One of my father.

One of Leo as a little boy.

One from the gala years later.

The three of us standing together.

One morning, Leo entered my office.

He looked at the photographs.

“Which one is your favorite?”

I smiled.

“The second.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you didn't know anything yet.”

He laughed.

“That's rude.”

I laughed too.

Then I looked at the third photograph.

“But this one matters most.”

“Why?”

“Because everyone in it knows the truth.”

He studied the picture.

Then he said:

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“I don't think our family is broken anymore.”

I swallowed.

“No.”

“What is it?”

I thought for a moment.

“Different.”

He nodded.

“I like different.”

May you like

So did I.

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