Time moves on and I become part of my own Sepia Saturday quest.
I would like to say I remember the moment the shutter froze forever this slice of time.
But I don't.
That is undoubtedly my mother, I will remember that smile as long as I live.
And that is my brother : active, eager, inquisitive.
And, in the pram, that must be me.
The same me, that sixty years later looks back and thinks he sees a stranger,
But really finds himself.