s in the picture; my conscience interjects that is what the mirror meant in the morning. A family photo is a coffin of secrets a man carries with him, dead. Arguments thread my mother’s hold on my brother’s shoulders — a guilty smile taped with dis…yet lifeless in the picture; my conscience interjects that is what the mirror meant in the morning. A family photo is a coffin of secrets a man carries with him, dead. Arguments thread my mother’s hold on my brother’s shoulders — a guilty smile taped with disinterest…
