“Grandma, what are you doing?” Sadie asked, her cheeks turning a soft pink.

“I’m taking a picture of my granddaughter,” Darla said, her blunt tone leaving no room for argument.

“Hold the bag up so the gold lettering on the front shows.”

Sadie squared her shoulders and smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her left ear.

The little camera clicked twice as Darla pressed the side button.

“Turn sideways a little so the light hits your face,” Darla said.

Sadie moved her feet and turned toward the sun, tipping her head up.