footprints on paper

mom and dad, san francisco. late 90s.

during our monthly general house cleaning, i found a box containing letters that my mom wrote and sent to my dad. they provided such a fascinating insight into their earlier life, and perhaps a well-documented indication of where their relationship was headed. some letters were confrontational but never angry, while most were full of hope and love. and for a brief moment, i felt like a child again. it felt great.

jomel c.

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