May 13, 2007
My cousins and I sat on the couch. Tiara, the pregnant one, was in the middle. Her sister Tehan and I felt her belly and waited for the baby to move. Suddenly I felt like the three of us were in a picture taken 20 some odd years later, after modesty and puberty and seperate lives set in. But something felt different to me, that love had returned to me once again after a momentary amnesia of its effects growing up. "Take a picture," by the Verve Pipe echoed in my mind. A trait from him that I had acquired.