[She smiles as she leans forward to take the wallet from him, turning it to get a better look at the picture. They look like a happy family, at least -- nice. Normal. She remembers having pictures like this taken with her own parents. Not quite so posed, and maybe not professional, but the three of them together, smiling and touching and just being a family the best way they knew how.
She hands the wallet back, leaning back to rest her weight on her hands against the mattress.]
She's beautiful. Your son is cute, too. He looks like you.
[She thinks so, anyway. Her smile is genuine, with only the barest traces of disappointment.]
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Date: 2013-08-20 02:12 am (UTC)[She smiles as she leans forward to take the wallet from him, turning it to get a better look at the picture. They look like a happy family, at least -- nice. Normal. She remembers having pictures like this taken with her own parents. Not quite so posed, and maybe not professional, but the three of them together, smiling and touching and just being a family the best way they knew how.
She hands the wallet back, leaning back to rest her weight on her hands against the mattress.]
She's beautiful. Your son is cute, too. He looks like you.
[She thinks so, anyway. Her smile is genuine, with only the barest traces of disappointment.]
They're lucky. I hope you can get back to them.