The yellowing photo album is bursting with old pictures of your mom. The current section you're pursuing is during her preteen years. You recognize the photos filled with old stories told through your childhood. Your mother stands happily in her mid-September school uniform. But, behind her stood something. Despite being in focus, the figure is unnaturally blurry—the face of the other preteen smiles at you. The unknown person's eyes are nothing more than shadows. When the figure waves at you, you drop the album. Quickly picking up the album again, you look for the stranger beside your mom. They're gone. END.
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