Family Portraits

Her long blonde hair, feathered on top, stopped just past her collarbone. A ring on our left hand peeked out and caught the light in one of the pictures. 

She had desperately wanted to wear jewelry for the pictures, “the real stuff,” she had said. So, I slipped a ring off of my own finger and placed it on hers. It was the engagement ring her father gave me when we were first married. I had received another ring only a couple of years later so it was no big deal to let her wear the old one. Oh, but to her, it was something. She kept staring at it and when the camera flashed she made sure that the ring was clearly visible.

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