I glance at a photo of
Me and a kid I haven’t spoken to in
Days
No, months
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Oh, years
A stranger who knows all my secrets
I remember the photo
We squirmed
Cried
Screamed
Out of annoyance
Neither of us wanted the picture
“When am I ever going to look at this?” I asked my mom
She sighed
“Sit still,” she said
“One day you will realize.”
I stare at the frayed edges
At a face familiar but unrecognizable
A smile that constantly remains at the back of my mind
A distant memory
Of a stranger
Who knows all my secrets.