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“Hey, Frank,” Ruth said, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. She wasn't looking at the camera; she was looking past it, at her husband behind the lens. “Leo ate a whole apple today. Peel and all. Had to fish the stem out of his hair.” She laughed—a sound Leo hadn’t heard in twenty years. Cancer took her in 2004.
He paused. A bird sang somewhere off-camera. Homefront Video
Leo rewound the tape. Pressed play. Watched his mother laugh again. Watched himself as a child, untouched by grief. Watched his father’s eyes, finally looking at him instead of through him. “Hey, Frank,” Ruth said, tucking a strand of
“Hey, Frank,” Ruth said, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. She wasn't looking at the camera; she was looking past it, at her husband behind the lens. “Leo ate a whole apple today. Peel and all. Had to fish the stem out of his hair.” She laughed—a sound Leo hadn’t heard in twenty years. Cancer took her in 2004.
He paused. A bird sang somewhere off-camera.
Leo rewound the tape. Pressed play. Watched his mother laugh again. Watched himself as a child, untouched by grief. Watched his father’s eyes, finally looking at him instead of through him.