A rainy afternoon surprise
Saturdays were our “adventure” days. We’d go to parks, catch ice cream, and explore. One rainy afternoon, though, was different.
We were stuck indoors, rummaging through old boxes. “What’s this?” Olivia asked, pulling out a dusty photo album. I chuckled softly.
“That’s from our travels,” I said. It was packed with memories, some painful, some joyful. She flipped through, soaking in every image, every story, eager to know more.