And then there's the next two I really had to have. I don't remember the last picture taken of my brother and I with our Mom, but I love these. I wish we had the opportunity to take one like this on a regular basis, but then maybe because we don't, it makes these so special. On any given day, I look around and see my children and my husband, my community, my city, my friends, and feel connected to them in a way that says, This is where I belong. But when I look at these pictures I am reminded of where I came from. I look at my mother and my brother and see how they hold pieces of me that aren't here everyday, and that makes me feel such joy. I don't have a home to go back to, a childhood home that houses familiar objects and decades of memories. But I have a brand new photograph that brings all of those things right back to me in an instant.