I hold onto good things. Things that make me happy. Like old photographs. There's one of my grandma and me at Thanksgiving. I'm young and blond. She's old and gray. But we look happy together. It was taken after she yelled at my dad and said he didn't love her, and he said he did, and she said why didn't he show it, he never showed it, that meant he didn't love her, and he said, no damnit he did, and mom said, Smile!