A Silver Photo Frame on Our Porch Ended My Fifteen Year Blind Spot
The photo showed Anna standing in the bright laboratory, her eyes shining behind her safety glasses.
I took the silver frame into the hallway and lined it up with the brass hook.
I hung it on the central hook, right where my master’s degree had hung for ten years.
The silver frame caught the light from the kitchen, casting a bright, clean reflection across the narrow corridor.
Anna came out of the living room and stood at the end of the hall, watching me.
“What are you doing, Jordan?” she asked, her voice echoing slightly in the narrow space.
“I am reallocating our assets,” I said, adjusting the frame until it was perfectly level. “The central corridor should display our highest achievements.”
She walked closer, her eyes fixed on the photograph of her younger self.
“I look so different there,” she said, her voice dropping as she touched the glass.
“You look like a scientist,” I said.
“I had forgotten what that felt like,” she said, her finger tracing her own smiling face.
“You will remember on November twelve,” I said. “At the gala.”
