Photo Story: Valentine
Mom packs us into the car. Billy and Jasmine sleep. I sit up front chewing the corners of my nails until they bleed. We park far enough away to avoid looking suspicious. I am afraid to ask. I only know Dad did something wrong. “Check under the seat for the binoculars.” Mom looks beautiful in her new dress. Red sequin. I count the frozen loops on the electric fence. Why can’t she roll up the window? She hands me a glass of champagne. “Mom. I’m only twelve.” She wipes away a tear and lifts her glass. “Child. Tonight you’re thirty-five.”
Photographer: Tanel Teemusk
Love the details in this. Frozen loops. Red sequin.
Beautifully written. I feel like I am there.
A good story – tough, real, sweet, all of that.