When I think of the trip to California to see our sister, I hope I think of smiles. My brother’s on the plane when I handed him a brioche and meat to make a sandwich, our smiles as we walked at the beach, our sister’s when we arrived at her house.

Smiles for the camera and smiles for each other. Perhaps the words weren’t as important as the opportunity to smile and hug.

About Katherine Lato

Writer, thinker, observer and participant in life.
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