Looking through stacks of mom's old photos. She keeps bringing out more and more, just handfuls of them, in no order.
I see mostly myself: now prom-dressed, now in diapers, with short hair, perms, braces, glasses both enormous and too small, kneesocks, Halloween costumes adorable and unfortunate, rebellious phases of extreme body hair, surprising weight fluctuations.
Mom keeps looking at herself and saying, "Oh I was so pretty and I never knew it!"