I was bored out of my mind, I couldn't free run because Albuquerque doesn't really have high enough buildings for that, Savannah was asleep, which is typical of her, Mom was somewhere sorting shit out or something like that.
So I looked at all the photo albums that Mom actually kept, my eyes landed on the one with all of us 5 of us on Vacation.
We were all walking on the beach bar Cameron, he was on Dad's shoulders.
We were all laughing at something, I wish that I remembered what it was, because it seemed to have us in stitches.
The next thing I remember is falling on a massive rock that Savannah and I were playing on and cutting my leg pretty badly, which was a least half an hour later, if not more, but Mom had it under control-
I slammed the photo album shut before I remembered the old Mom, the one that used to love us more than anybody could imagine, because if I remembered how much I missed her, then I would have no chance at building anything with the Mom that I was stuck with.
"Lou, are you ok?"
"I'm as ok as somebody who has lost their Dad can be Savy"
"You found the old photo albums that Mom made, do you want to look at them?"
"I don't wanna look at 'em anymore"