Photo by Moritz 320 at Pixabay.com
She’d found the old film in the attic.
Looking at the pictures for the first time was like stepping backward in time.
There was her mother, so young, a spark in her eye, holding a baby and standing in front of an orphanage.
She had to pick herself up from the floor.
This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click the link below to see her post:
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