|She giggled as she posed sweetly for the photograph. It was her favorite outfit, and she wore it every chance she could. Now, she'd have a memory of that precious costume forever.
She smiled warmly as she closed the album, and a tear built in the corner of her eye. She was grown now, and the person that had taken that photograph with such love and happiness had passed on, yet they remained with her through such things, and she remained with them. She touched her hair, and for a moment, could almost feel that old fur hat. She dabbed the tear away, smiled once more, and put the album back on the shelf.
We shall always live in memory.