I got home from my grandmother's house. Tired, I emptied the contents of my pocket unto the bedside table. My eyes caught a selection of wallet sized photos on the table.
Thinking of what my friend had said previously, I picked them up and looked through them, and am reminded of the happy moments the photos triggered, stolen though they are.
I put them back in my wallet, turned off the light, and fell into bed.
*Written on March 23rd.
*Read Strings of Attachment.