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(N) Photograph (L)

Song preference of Photograph by Ed Sheeran. Song up above so you can listen while you read ⬆⬆ ~Lindsay

     "We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves."
   
       Your daughter walks into the living room, bringing a picture she had found in the box under the bed. She sauntered up to Niall, who was drinking a beer on the sofa.

      "Daddy, who is this?" She questions, looking between the woman in the photo and her father. "She looks like me too. We have the same colored hair and eyes."

     He knew he couldn't hide it from her, she was a very smart 3 year old. He just didn't know quite how to tell her.

      He turns off the game he had only been half watching in the first place, before taking the photo from her. She quickly joins him on the leather couch, hugging his left arm as she gets comfortable.

      He takes a deep breath before continuing. "That's your mum baby girl." He sighs before looking towards her, her blue eyes wide as she stares at the figure in the photo.

      She has a puzzled look on her face. "But I thought you told me she was gone."

      "I never said she was gone," he starts. "I just said that she isn't what we consider 'here'. But she's always with you, and she's watching you all the time."

     "So if she's not here, then where is she?"

      He picks his daughter up from the couch and walks outside, sitting on the front steps while pulling her into his lap. He looks down at her before looking up at the clear day around them.

      "See the sky up there? That's where your mum is, looking at you all the time."

      She looks up at the sky, and her eyes lit up as she realizes something.

      "The sky is the same color as her eyes. Did she do that?" She seemed so excited about this that he couldn't disagree with her.

      "Yup. She wanted to show you that she's here. And that means that as long as the sky is blue, then she is here."

      She seemed content with that, and they spent the rest of the day looking through that box under the bed, creating memories for her of her mother while he relives the memories he kept in those photographs all those years.

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I'm crying. I dont know what's wrong with me.

~Lindsay