July 16, 2015
In one of the albums at their parent's house is a photo of her and her brother under a thin, striped blanket. They are sleeping, foreheads touching. There is soft afternoon light above their heads. They look about 15 and 12. Maybe. Her brother's mouth is slightly open, he's in deep sleep. She looks to be concentrating on a dream. Their mother likes looking at that photo, her babies' heads touching, like they used to when they were younger. They would wake up minutes later and head out for cake and coffee. Their mother presses the photo to her chest.