Justin Ryutaro Johnston

Sam's Nightmare

So, this here. This is a picture of my mother. Ignore the rest of the junk for now, I’ll get to it tomorrow. It’s old enough to where it’s starting to get that faded, yellow tint. Though somewhat harrowing, I think it’s fitting that it’s in a heart shape. If only it was a square or at least a rectangle, it would be easier to carry without worrying about it creasing, but I’m still willing to die to save this photo, because to be honest, it would be difficult to remember what she looked like if I didn’t manage to salvage it.