Fourteen
Mother
Jin never knew his mother. She'd died shortly after his birth; Irene told him that she had been a sickly woman. But Jin had seen pictures of her; she'd been beautiful. She had the same long, black hair and gray eyes he now possessed, and an oval face that always seemed to e wearing a smile in photographs.
"Jin?" Molly called, snapping Jin out of his thoughts. "I can't reach something on the top shelf. Will you come and get it for me?" She smiled kindly at her new husband, and Jin was all too happy to help; he set down the photo of his mother and went over to grab the little bottle of olive oil off of the top shelf. He handed it to Molly, and watched as Molly tottered off to continue cooking, the bump on her belly quite large as she entered her third trimester.
'She'll be a beautiful mother as well,' he thought to himself, readjusting his glasses and smiling.