When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

framed photo on my mantel now.

Not from a wedding.

Not from a holiday.

It is from the fundraiser.

Beth on one side of me.

Daniel on the other.

My hands folded around Frank’s watch.

Behind us, slightly blurry, Marcus is stealing a cookie.

Everyone who sees it laughs.

I do too.

But privately, I think it is the truest picture of my life.

Not perfect.

Not tidy.

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