My mother has certain demands that must be met in order to assure us all of a peaceful coexistence with her. One of those demands is a formal picture of her children every decade or so. None of us ever want to do this but we do it begrudgingly lest we have to listen to the stories of our long and painful labors and deliveries and, in my case, an emergency c-section with requisite scar. We just are all very busy with very different schedules and my brother lives in Dallas which might as well be the other side of the world considering the frequency with which he visits. Here are the results:
This is how our mother envisions us ... well mannered and serious and deeply in love with one another.
Here is how we really feel:
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