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Diana Le

52/365 - February 21, 2012 It’s tax season, which means I mostly communicate with my dad through a long game of voicemail tag until April 17. I made time to stop by his office because I needed to pick up something, and I noticed that this embarrassing picture of me—the only picture visible in his office—now had a neighbor to keep it company. It’s a photo of my dad in his 20s. I asked him where the picture came from because I’ve never seen it before, and he told me that he kept all of the family photos that my mom didn’t want after the divorce. He pulled out this portrait from his desk drawer, and then he opened up a cabinet to reveal a couple of photo albums and a large paper shopping bag full of loose pictures. My mom kept three photo albums, and even though my parents have been divorced for 12 years, I still go through those albums a couple of times a year. I am unapologetically sentimental, and it was nice to see where that comes from.

52/365 - February 21, 2012

It’s tax season, which means I mostly communicate with my dad through a long game of voicemail tag until April 17. I made time to stop by his office because I needed to pick up something, and I noticed that this embarrassing picture of me—the only picture visible in his office—now had a neighbor to keep it company. It’s a photo of my dad in his 20s. I asked him where the picture came from because I’ve never seen it before, and he told me that he kept all of the family photos that my mom didn’t want after the divorce. He pulled out this portrait from his desk drawer, and then he opened up a cabinet to reveal a couple of photo albums and a large paper shopping bag full of loose pictures. My mom kept three photo albums, and even though my parents have been divorced for 12 years, I still go through those albums a couple of times a year. I am unapologetically sentimental, and it was nice to see where that comes from.

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