Sometimes the routine dug its hand inside them and moved their tired bodies like unwilling puppets.
Above his sleeping son...
He watched the sun paint the wall above his sleeping son.
Favorites...
His favorite place. Ejji.
His favorite thing. Ramen.
Christmas morning...
On Christmas morning, he watched them gather. They laughed and talked and rubbed their tired eyes. The kids were grown now. They filled the bed and that filled his heart. There was no telling what next year would bring. For now, he could hold his entire world within the frame...and he was grateful as he clicked the shutter.
Dad...
Dad. Christmas Eve, 2025.
