Your childhood feels like a mental photo album.
A million clicks. Snapshots of memories and little moments I never want to forget. Often you are right in front of me. Very much alive. Yet, I still sit frozen and watch. Like I would old home videos. Ones of better times. When you were still here, all mine. This is what my childhood has taught me to do. To click. Because tomorrow it may be all I have left of you. Today you ask a question from the backseat. I turn around to answer and am staring back at you. I’m met with your sweet, genuine, scrunched up face. The one your curiosity makes you make. You twist your entire mouth to the right side of your face, and toss your hands up by your shoulders. Click. Because if I lost you, I wouldn't want to forget, all the ways I love you, so click. Click. Click. Click. Grief-for all I’ve lost and all there is to lose. Click. Rejoice-for I have you here, right now, and hope I always do. And just in case, I have you for a lifetime, because in my head, I can scan my memory, all the clicks before today.
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