Call Me Selfish If You Want To

Trying to have a better look at the polaroid, she took to from his hand and brought it a bit closer to her face. Just from the scratches and fading colors, she could tell that it was really an old one. A girl in her late teens stood in the center with two guys, one on either side of hers. It didn't take her long to realize who the girl was, it was her mother. She had an arm wrapped around the arm or the boy on her right. She could recognize him as her father. Her parents didn't change much after aging.