19 - Symphony

I pulled out a bunch of adorable photos of my parents. After a bit, I pulled out a picture of a young me surrounded by laughing children. I was highly confused. I knew that was me but the problem was that I couldn't remember what happened and when this happened. As far as I knew, I had no clue where I am in that picture or who these children are.

For some reason, I started to panic. I started pulling out pictures frantically and eventually pulled out another picture. My mom was standing in a huge, elaborate ballroom wearing a gorgeous ball dress holding a baby that was me and standing beside her, holding her skirt, was a small boy who looked about two-three years older than me. Again, the same sense of fogginess and anxiety enveloped me. Trying to shake it off, I shook my head and moved on to another box, wanting to distract myself.