an old photo. The edges are yellowed and creased, but the picture is clear. A smiling little boy is on the shoulders of a young guy, whose cheeks are a bit sunken but he’s smiling up at the boy too. They have the same chestnut brown hair. Same blue spinel gem eyes. Only, the little boy’s gaze is a billion watts brighter. Livelier. “Is this you?” I point to the boy. “Yeah. And my dad.”
