Someone Special
Michael Ramsburg
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I used to go through photo albums when I was a child, seeing my parents as younger versions of themselves, their parents, and other people I have never known. Both of my mom’s parents died before I was born, so there’s a familiar unfamiliarity to them, as I imagine their personalities or how we might have interacted. I would need my mom to even remind me of their names since I’m so separated from their history. There’s not much of a family tree, really…more like a tree stump, the roots of which are secrets that are so deep underground as to be forgotten.