The five-year-old in the picture smiled like only a child could. The smile had no reason and no rider.
Did he know what his future held? The joy, the heartbreaks, the insurance policies, the mortgage, the let-downs, the thrills, the world. Did he realise that his smile was being frozen to warm tougher times.
I looked at the picture of the smiling boy. He looked like me.
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