Rediscovering Old Faces
With each turn of the page, familiar faces from my past resurfaced, their frozen smiles whispering stories of friendship, ambition, and dreams once so vivid. A quiet smile tugged at my lips as I recognized old friends I’d lost touch with, teachers who once sparked curiosity, and a version of myself untouched by the weight of adult worries. The nostalgia settled over me like a warm, bittersweet breeze—both comforting and aching—gently stitching a thread between who I was then and who I am now.
Rediscovering Old Faces
Dr. Paul’s Image Returns
Suddenly, I froze. There, smiling up at me from the yearbook, was Dr. Paul—the obstetrician who had delivered Caleb and Dylan. His bespectacled face looked remarkably unchanged, and I chuckled at the memory of his calm, professional demeanor, always paired with a disarming warmth. But as I stared longer, something shifted. The resemblance was undeniable—my boys shared his eyes, his smile, even the shape of his chin. How had I never seen it before? The realization struck with quiet force, unsettling and impossible to ignore.
Dr. Paul’s Image Returns
