We laughed, loud and real. There was no heaviness, only the buzz of kids running wild, the music of their voices. I pulled out the new disposable camera, lilac this time, picked by both girls in the grocery aisle.
It had become our tradition. We’d fill drawers with blurry photos: sticky hands, messy grins, and snapshots of a life reclaimed.
“Smile, you two!” I called.
They pressed their cheeks together, arms flung around each other, both shouting, “Cheese!” I snapped the picture, heart brimming.
It had become our tradition.
Junie flopped into my lap. “Mom, are we going to get all the camera colors? We need green and blue and —”
Lizzy tugged my sleeve. “And yellow! That’s for summer.”
