Brandon came early on the Sunday of Grandpa’s birthday and brought a small cardboard box full of old photographs.

He’d found them while reorganizing his apartment after the separation.

There were pictures of birthday parties, summer picnics, Christmas mornings, and the kitchen before Grandma replaced the green curtains.

In several photos we were both covered in frosting.

“Look at your haircut,” I told him, pointing to a photograph in which his bangs appeared to have been trimmed with garden shears.

“Look at your attitude,” he replied.