Without any shame Alice allows the images in her hands to inflict the most pure of emotions of her as the tears start to fall. An old family friend had found a small box of photographs in the family home and without haste sent them.
Images of ma, papa with stern expressions, but sparkle of their eyes. Her now deceased older brother and Skip the puppy. Some many memories, never forgotten, just tucked away. It was Margaret in a purple hued dress holding her hand that started the tears. When life was innocent, sweet and almost able to be controlled.