Ode to a Photograph
Is it the last?
We’re all on the beach, wearing windbreakers, because the Oregon coast is colder than we’d all like to admit. The baby is not in the picture, because I realized this was taken before she existed. I can tell because my face is thinner and my teeth look covered by my clear retainer.
We’re smiling. It’s clear we’re family, almost sisters. This wouldn’t be the first time someone mistook us for siblings. But our mom was only 21 when I was born, so despite my baby face, we were often faced with a gloating, giggling mother as we blushed, laughed, and…