I bought her at a flea market years ago and she has survived all the many rounds of stuff purging since then. Look at her.
I mean really look at her.
Decades and decades after this summer, there was a daughter, daughter-in-law, or second cousin once removed. She finds this picture amidst a thousand others in a yellowed cardboard box from the local department store. She looks at it and tosses it into the "to go" pile without a second look because there is no time for second looks when there are still 8 rooms left to pack up and out. All by herself, My Girl makes her way into a wooden cheese box filled with a million other black and white photographs that sits beneath the sign written by the enterprising flea marketer: "Make Your Ancestors!"
And on to my wall, where I look at her every single day. My Girl, my Girl.