This chick I used to be good friends with, but with whom I had a falling out like ten years ago, mailed me a bunch of pictures of mine that she’s had all this time. I’m talking hundreds of pics. They arrived in a huge box. (She had these pics because she was working on a project for me that just never came together.) Anyway, the photos arrived at my office this morning and I quickly went through them. These are four of my favorites.
There are so many pictures of my brother. And my biological dad. My grandparents. These pics are priceless. I’m so happy to finally have them back.
I cried, of course. I’ll look at them some more this weekend, probably accompanied by a bottle of wine, but for now I have to get it together and go to court.