When I was 8 years old, I woke up one night terrified of a dream I’ve had. I stepped out of my room and I saw a light shining through the cracks of my grandfather’s door.
“What was he doing,” I thought.
I hear the click and clatter of a keyboard echoing out of his room.
“There’s no way he’s using a computer?!?!”
Being a rare sighting, I was a bit curious and so I knocked on his door to asked him what he was up too. I glanced over to his desk and I saw photo albums of pictures scattered…

