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him.<br />
Mom is wearing a red, strapless, flower-patterned sundress. Her damp hair curls<br />
around her face. She’s not wearing makeup or jewelry. Really, she looks like an alternateuniverse<br />
version of the mom sitting next to me now. She seems to belong on that beach<br />
with those people more than she belongs stuck here in this room with me. She’s holding<br />
me in her arms, and she’s the only one not staring into the camera. Instead, she’s<br />
laughing at me. I’m grinning that silly, gummy smile that only babies can smile.<br />
I’ve never seen a photo of myself Outside before. I didn’t know such a thing existed.<br />
“Where’s this?” I ask.<br />
“Hawaii. Maui was your dad’s favorite place.”<br />
Her voice is almost a whisper now. “You were just four months old, before we knew<br />
why you were always sick. A month before the accident.”<br />
I clutch the photo to my chest. My mom’s eyes fill with tears that don’t fall.<br />
“I love you,” she says. “More than you know.”<br />
But I do know. I’ve always felt her heart reaching out to protect mine. I hear lullabies in<br />
her voice. I can still feel arms rocking me to sleep and her kisses on my cheeks in the<br />
morning. And I love her right back. I can’t imagine the world she’s given up for me.<br />
I don’t know what to say, so I tell her I love her, too. It’s not enough, but it’ll have to do.<br />
After she leaves I stand in front of the mirror holding the photograph next to my face. I<br />
look from the me in the photo to the me in the mirror and back again.<br />
A photograph is a kind of time machine. My room fades away, and I’m on that beach<br />
surrounded by love and salt air and the fading warmth and lengthening shadows of<br />
sunset.<br />
I fill my tiny lungs with as much air as they can take and I hold my breath. I’ve been<br />
holding it ever since.