Some might call it a small photo. But others, including me, might see it as big.
Really big.
It is an old photo of my parents looking at their three children. What’s so striking to me is that my parents’ eyes, and apparently their every thought, appear to be filled with love and hope for their children’s future. This in spite of the many personal hardships they each had to bear - and the many mistakes they each undoubtedly made. (I’ve somehow misplaced the photo and cannot find it as of this writing, or I would post it here. Good Lord, I hope I haven’t lost it. It’s worth its weight in gold to me.)
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