Mom touched the faded words.
“She was wrong.”
“I know.”
“I wish I could tell her.”
Helen stood beside us.
“You just did.”
Mom looked at Helen, then reached out and touched her cheek.
For a second, neither of them moved.
That morning, a stranger had looked at Mom’s shaking hands and decided she was taking too long.
She had no idea Mom had already lost more than 50 years to waiting.
Years that weren’t coming back.
Before we left, Mom handed me the photograph.
“Keep this safe.”
I looked at the baby in her arms.
Then at Anna’s words on the back.
“I will.”
Mom took Helen’s hand.
And this time, when her fingers trembled, nobody told her to hurry.
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