Sitting on Adela’s bed, I cradle the picture frame between my hands like it’s a priceless artifact. Her smiling face beams back at me. At that time, she didn’t have a care in the world. Her big blue eyes were so full of life, her smile jubilant, her hair soft. She had her whole life ahead of her, and now she is gone. Dead.
Aye pal...thats the game
