This picture is of me when I was about 7 years old. It was from my grandmother’s 50th wedding anniversary. Here is a partly fictional story about the picture.
Johanna Johnson examined the small, yellow rose. “Mom, the rose feels like the collar on my dress!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, Johanna,” Mom looked over, “It’s time to go get food now, though,” Mom got up.
“Okay,” Johanna set the flower down and jumped up. Her French braid started swinging from side to side as her bangs poofed up, then down.
Five minutes later, Johanna, her mom, and her dad were back with their plates of food. Here is a picture of their table;
“Mom, why is Uncle Tim taking pictures of us eating?” Johanna hissed.
“I have no idea,” Mom whispered back. Johanna sighed and resumed eating her potato salad.
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