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They were surprised by her decision not to have their brother's photo in the house. They didn't know that she wanted to remember him as the baby with the perfect tiny toes she spent hours staring at, pressing her nose against the nursery window in her hospital gown; as the little boy running around the house after his bath times, clad only in a towel pretending to fly; as the college student with bright eyes and a voice that softened when he said i love you; as a soldier whose smile never left, whose eyes never stopped shining the day he left for the war.
She wanted to remember him in her own ways. And not just as a young man beaming down from their living room wall.
She wanted to remember him in her own ways. And not just as a young man beaming down from their living room wall.
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