Her smile widened and she opened her eyes. She looked at me and said, “I’m fine, Mama. I was just making a picture memory.” I had never heard of a picture memory, but I liked the sound of it. “What’s that mean?” “Oh, a picture memory is a picture I take in my mind when I’m really, really happy. I close my eyes and take a picture, so when I’m feeling sad or scared or lonely, I can look at my picture memories.”
