When I was a child, my parents divorced. As a teenager I visited my father at his place of work one time and saw a photograph of my brother and I on his desk. It was an old photograph, taken when we first started school.
When I asked my father about it he said "It's my favorite photograph."
Earlier this week I was sitting at my own work desk when an employee asked about a photograph of my own daughters. The phrase rolled off my tongue.
"It's my favorite photograph."
And in a moment of revelation, I learned yet another thing about my own parents divorce. My father's favorite photograph was just that, because, that is all that he had.
The young girl in my photograph will be 21 in about three weeks. It's been four years since we spoke on the phone, and nine years since I have seen her. I have no idea who she is now.
With reverence to Ringo Starr, now, all I've got is a photograph.
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