An Old Photo

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The picture was taken fifty years ago. The colors black and white are the only color visible on that small piece of paper.

“What are you hovering about?”

I turned to see my mother. “Your picture.” I pointed her face on the picture.

“Oh, that?” She laughed sarcastically. “That’s sister!” And explained everything.

I spent my time thinking it was my mother who was on the background as like photo bomber; she was unaware it had been taken. But it turned out a twin which died thirty years ago before I was born or my parents even meet at that.

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