Through Love Tinted Glasses...

"There are sometimes little signs that tell you how much people love you, or loved you. Four months after my Great Aunt died, I was flicking through the photo albums my mother had kept - those albums she had kept with the feeble claim that it would help her with her genealogy trail. We'd all smiled and nodded - sure that was the reason. Of course it had nothing to do with the fact that we wanted to keep all of the truly personal things, no matter how odd. Amidst tears, as I flicked through the pages of her demi-wrinkled face smiling back at me, I saw myself over and over again. The different ages, stages, of me, being represented in pictures I'd never seen and didn't remember being taken. In the chronicling of a young life I couldn't always remember leading, I could sense how much she had loved me. I wanted to keep every one of those photographs, remove them from their plastic sleeves and take them away with me. To physically hold a reminder of who I was through her eyes - through love-tinted glasses."

Excerpt from the new short story soon to be released in our upcoming online e-book /digital products store.

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