I took my mother to her annual checkup at Kaiser. I always take the opportunity to photograph her. It took a half-dozen shots before I got her to smile even this much. It is not that she is sad. She’s not. She’s actually in pretty good spirits. But her relaxed face is not s smile.
If one’s parents are going to drag one all over Seattle while they live out their nostalgia for relative youth, especially by frequenting dank, hipster, second-hand shops, there could at least be a big comfy couch on which to rest.
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