A Good Photo

There is an old photograph on the shelf. I take it down.

“Who is this?” I ask.

Mum comes over. “That's your uncle,” she says. “On his wedding day. He was so happy.”

The man in the photo is young. He is married to a woman in white.

“That's his wife,” Mum says. “And there, at the back — those are your grandparents.”

“Where are they now?” I ask.

Mum is quiet for a moment. “They are all gone now,” she says.

I look at the photo again. Everyone is laughing. Nobody knows yet. But I know now.

“It's a good photo,” I say. I put it back, very gently.