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  • This photo is unlike most of the photos I have from my childhood. Unlike this photo, I habitually look wary in photos. When I was a teenager, you only ever see my back, as I leg it out of shot. There is a guarded look in the eyes from a very early age in most of the photographic record of the young Helen. (She was the eldest, always trying to mediate, trying to understand what the hell was going on, later on trying to protect the siblings.)

    This photo is different because I am with my utterly beloved Grandma, who taught me what love is.

    As an adult, I sometimes struggle with affection. I am often misunderstood, often hurt by innocuous behaviour. You can imagine how this works out with my nearest and dearest. It doesn't.

    But hey! I love, I laugh, I continue to struggle, I keep on keeping on. I believe we can't let our childhoods dictate our adult lives. We should let it go (if only it was that easy).

    But we can remember the good stuff. Love you, Grandma.
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