Memories...misty, water-coloured memories of the way we were

Day 05: A picture of an old memory.

I remember this day...kinda. I was three. My grandma crocheted that dress and the locket was from my godmother (my dad's oldest sister). We were getting family pictures done and the picture before this one was of the whole family--mom, dad, big brother, and me. I was sitting on my mom's lap and I must have been wiggling because I do recall that I told her numerous times to stop squishing me. Hence the pout in this picture.

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