75. Photo album>“Are these your highschool photos?” I exclaim, and he chuckles.“Yeah..” “Where was this treasure?” I gape as I turn pages, staring at each image in complete awe. My heart melts when I see mom standing in front of a vintage car, her laughter echoing through the faded image. She is wearing a denim jacket adorned with patches from a bygone era. “She looks so happy,” I remark, a mixture of awe and nostalgia coloring my voice. “And somewhat just like me.”“That she does…”I flip through more pages, trying to spot them. Their youthful appearance makes them hardly recognizable. Faded, yellow snapshots are to blame. As I continue flipping through the album, I discover more candid shots of them at school events, goofy moments with friends, and a picture of the day they graduated. I am thankful I got my hands on this. “I am keeping it,” I declare and Dad laughs.“As you wish. But scan it before taking it into your room.”I can spot some of mum’s former friend
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