75. Photo album

75. Photo album

<< . Riley . >>

“Are these your highschool photos?” I exclaim, and he chuckles.

“Yeah..”

“Where was this treasure?” I gape as I turn pages, staring at each image in complete awe. My heart melts when I see mom standing in front of a vintage car, her laughter echoing through the faded image. She is wearing a denim jacket adorned with patches from a bygone era.

“She looks so happy,” I remark, a mixture of awe and nostalgia coloring my voice. “And somewhat just like me.”

“That she does…”

I flip through more pages, trying to spot them. Their youthful appearance makes them hardly recognizable. Faded, yellow snapshots are to blame. As I continue flipping through the album, I discover more candid shots of them at school events, goofy moments with friends, and a picture of the day they graduated.

I am thankful I got my hands on this. “I am keeping it,” I declare and Dad laughs.

“As you wish. But scan it before taking it into your room.”

I can spot some of mum’s former friend