Just got back from a weekend at my friend’s beach house. Adam’s sister J. came with us – she’s 14 and a typical teenager, even though she has a slight ID.
There are family photos in every room of the beach house. This morning after her shower, I glimpsed J. with a towel wrapped around her, scurrying into the bedroom that she’d claimed for the weekend. Later, as I was checking each room prior to departure, I noticed that she had turned a picture frame towards the wall.
Perplexed, I turned it the right way ’round and saw a full face shot of my friend’s brother-in-law smiling out at me. I know J.’s personal history from social services reports and I understand why she didn’t want him “looking” at her while she dressed. But when I saw the photo, I wanted to cry. Sometimes it’s the little things that break your heart…
