The album is here

My reaction to receiving the family photo album. On Thursday, I received an email notifying me that a package from the US had arrived. "It's here!" I shouted. My sister had mailed me the box about a week ago, but we spent months discussing what she would send me¹ so I've been waiting for some time. The photo album was carefully wrapped in white tissue paper, stowed beneath a few gifts and my childhood things. I placed the album on my chair and gingerly peeled back the paper. The cover was extremely worn out. "Fair," I thought, as it had been almost 20 years since I last seen it. I pulled back the cover and was shocked: the pages were no longer bound together. In fact, the front and back cover were in the wrong order. The album at my grandmother's apartment in 2006. (I can't find the original photo, hence the poor quality.) The album today. Concerned, I took the album to the bed for closer inspection. It seemed I was starting from the back of the book. There were photos of people I…