1949

So my hair is about that length, these days. I'm only guessing about my age but I'd say less than a year. So maybe it's 1950. There is a Prince Edward cigar box on the floor and some metal iron and a fondue pot on the counter, or whatever that is. And maybe that's one of those little cans of lighter fluid. The almost faded words on the back, in my mothers handwriting, "Hello, Daddy." I was probably waiting to see what would happen next. Sometimes you never know. Right?

The photo has been folded or cracked, somehow. That chair, probably where my mom sat to feed me. Looking at this picture, I have some pure undefined emotion. And there is some that have words, like compassion and love.