Generations
top-my mother, middle-my biological daughter, bottom-me
And the back story is…
I didn’t see a picture of my daughter until after the longest stretch of time in my life…23 years after I gave her up for adoption. The reunion specialist I hired found her high school annual in a library.
I thought she was beautiful but could not see a trace of myself in her. So I didn’t really believe she was mine.
Then I remembered this photo of my mother when she was in the Navy at 21 years old. When I laid the photos side by side, I saw it!
The photo at the bottom is from my high school annual.