As her father had a lot of stories to tell and an illness to cope with, appearances couldn’t be relied upon when it came to what he shared with the family. With so many far-fetched stories, the objects found in his possession were either a way to prove the truth or they held no particular significance. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she turned the pages.
All the good memories, the trips, the summer mornings spent watching the lake, and all of that without a worry. Each photo she looked at reminded her even more of what she had just lost and what she desired the most. But were these memories real? Was her father real?