She was holding onto the four-year-old.
The four-year-old had the toddler on his lap.
The smallest child was pressed against her older sister and the back of the bench.
They weren’t posing for a photograph.
They were holding onto one another.
I saved the picture.
Then I finished eating dinner alone in my kitchen.
I watched television.
I went to bed.
The next morning, I went to work.
But the photograph came with me.
It stayed in the back of my mind all day with the strange persistence of something
