I love this photo.
I guess, it can be considered “not flattering” by modern standards (not polished and glamorous etc.), but Mum’s pensive gaze here is beautiful. I wish I could take her places today—and talk endlessly, and show her my favourite spots in the city, and whatever mothers-daughters are doing on this day, all those beautiful and silly things. I have memories instead: they tend to shrink, as I grow older, but I prevent them from fading away as much as I can.
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