I think it must be something biological that prevents us from thinking of our parents as separate from ourselves. I suppose that's why I love to see old photos of my parents. Here is the proof that they existed before me. That in fact, while I'm important to them, I'm only a small part of their lives.This is a photo that my mom found recently. My dad is the good looking guy third from the left in the back row. Would we have been friends if we had known each other at the same age?
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