For Brittney

I’m in the middle
You with the afghan that I crocheted for you.
You being held by my Grandmother on my Mom’s side. I could swear you were smiling.
I’m the one looking at the yearbook. This was after my attempt at being blonde. I cannot pull off blonde hair.
My grandmother knit the dress you are wearing here. You had baby acne when you were born.
My Greek friend. He wanted to date – I did not, but he was quite good looking.
Your birth father – Joe Leitner
Joe again.
This is a group of us that worked at Dominos. I’m in the back, second from the left – hat hair was abundant that day.

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