The photo had been in his family for as long as Rick could remember. He was not sure how it found its way to him, but he wished that it hadn’t. Perhaps one day he would be rid of it. One day.
The photo was six inches by four inches, landscape, and depicted a number of people smiling at the photographer. Folded and creased, the grainy black and white image was clear enough for Rick to pick out his father and mother, his grandfather and several other members of his family that he didn’t remember.
The first time he had looked at the photo, there were only half as many people in it. Over the years, the number of people in the photo had continued to increase, until it seemed as if the picture could hold no more. But somehow, it always managed.
Rick touched the picture gently. His wife and children stared back at him.
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