The bridge was reflected in the water, making what appeared to be a complete circle.

Her teacher had asked the students to title their photographs and explain what the image meant to them.

June had written: A Bridge Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Let People Cross.

I asked her whether the title was about her father.

“Maybe,” she said.

“And maybe it’s about you, too.

You both had to learn stuff.”

That was fair.