The Girl in the Pictures
As I was clearing out my mom's old house, I noticed a small flower-covered shoebox under her bed. I knelt on the floor to grab it and slide it across the floor over to me, I noticed it was very heavy. I put the box on my lap and grabbed the rag I had on the nightstand to wipe off the layers of cakes dust. I opened the box to see an old camera and a bunch of photos. "Ah, this is probably going to make me cry," I thought as I took the camera out and places it on the floor next to me. Sure enough, there were a bunch of photos of my mom and me when I was a little girl. My mom raised me as a single mom, Which I know couldn't have been easy on her but from the photos, it looked like she was always happy. I smiled as I fingered through the pictures, seeing us at the park and birthday parties, and even one where my mom filled up a big bucket with water and told me it was a pool. Her passing away was really starting to hit me, sure she wasn't perfect and we fought, but we were all we had. I put the photos back in the box and picked up the camera. It looked broken but the film was still in tacked. I put it in my bag to take to a camera shop on my way home.
