A Framed Memory
After a while, Emma reached into another bag her assistant had brought over from the car.
“One more thing, Margaret.”
She handed her a small framed photograph. Margaret looked down at it with curious eyes.
It was an old picture taken from a security camera near the cart fourteen years earlier. A tiny blonde girl holding a hot dog with both hands. And beside her, a tired older woman smiling kindly through the small service window.
At the bottom of the frame were engraved seven simple, beautiful words.
