Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried

“She can have eyes later.”

“Fair enough.”

She handed me a paper figure with one arm longer than the other.

I cut a small circle for its head while she tried to fit a paper hat over another figure’s hair.

“Daddy, can people be in a family picture if you don’t know their names?”

I stopped cutting.

“Yes.

Sometimes you learn their names later.”