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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.continue reading …