The Old Photo

There is an old photo on the wall. Grandpa stands next to me and points.

“This is my mother and father,” he says. “And this young man is me.”

I look at the photo. There are many people in it.

“Who is the woman next to you?” I ask.

“That is my sister,” Grandpa says. “And the man behind her is her husband. The little girl is their daughter, my niece.”

I point at a baby in the front. “And who is the baby?”

Grandpa smiles. “That baby is your mother,” he says. “She is the smallest one here. Now she is the tallest in the family.”