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  • Transmedia: "One new chapter", Photograph, www.moreofmetolove.com


    “I think I’ve hit the jackpot!” Emily cried with almost half her body submerged in a dingy brown cardboard box.
    Disheveled hair, grimy clothes, and with a look of half exhaustion and half excitement I yelled back.

    “Whaddya find?”

    Emily and I had spent the majority of our Saturday morning cleaning the remnants of our parent’s garage. Months ago, our parents had decided to move to a smaller home for the two of them because our mother had complained relentlessly to our father about her children “leaving the nest” and that there was no need for them to live in such a big house anymore.

    “Look! Our photo album!”

    I watched Emily lightly sweep her hand across the front cover of the album, covering her hand with a fine layer of dust and dirt. She was smiling ear to ear. “Do you remember this album?”
    I squinted hard to get a better look. The spine of the album was torn on both ends and the pages of the album was just barely hanging on to the spine. The front of the album didn’t look to be in much better condition either. Many of the colorful stickers that used to cover the front had either peeled off or were on the verge of peeling off, and what used to be the rich, chestnut brown leather that wrapped around the album had faded to a shade that more closely resembled the soil that is used in my mother’s vegetable plot. But the stickers that still managed to survive throughout the years were the bright, neon, multicolored letters that spelled SISTERS FOREVER, BEST FRIENDS ALWAYS which bordered the now ragged photo album.

    I climbed over the scattered trinkets and piles of boxes that surrounded me to where Emily was standing. We sat down on the cold garage floor and opened the front cover of the album, careful to not further rip the already damaged album.
    It was as if a movie of us were playing before our eyes, but in the form of pictures. Within the album, we saw ourselves grow from little girls who loved Barbies and all things pink, to young women who celebrated university acceptances, first jobs, and graduations. The two girls in the pictures found love, lost love, and also learned to love themselves in the process. Each picture reminded me of a memory, but it did not feel like mine, rather, it felt like someone else’s.

    Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill like a flood down my cheeks. I saw my life fit between the two, leather-bound covers. These pictures reminded me of good times and bad, the times where I have lost those so dear to me, but it also reminded me of the people I lost along the way. This photo album reminded me that my 20-something years of life have flown by so quickly, and there is nothing that I can do to go back in time to re-live it all over again. My childhood years, my rebellious teenager phase- that chapter of life is now complete.

    As I flipped to the last page of the album, I felt a small tear fall down my cheek, mixing with the dirt and dust that collected on my face. Emily slowly closed the album and set it down on the cold, hard floor beside her. She stretched out her long legs in front of her and let out a deep sigh.

    “Seems like time really flew by, huh?”

    Time has certainly flown by and it’s something that I cannot get back. But I realize that even if we’ve reached the last page of the album, it doesn’t mean my life has ended there. It just means a new chapter, a new album, has just begun.
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