My mother
was the youngest living child in the family. Her sister was 10 years older;
her brother was 15 years older. Her own mother had died the year before
this photograph was taken from tuberculosis. All her life my mom found
joy in the simplest of things and was ever so grateful for them. She,
my sister, and I all looked the same at our respective age 5's. And my
mother always loved those pompom hats.
My mom always
said I was such a happy kid and that I made her day just be being alive.
I miss her so much now that she has passed away.
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