It is about having the courage to focus on what is actually real, and what is honest, and what is genuinely worthy of love, and to see it clearly, and to say so.

The camera captured the truth, in the end, both truths, my sister’s lie and my daughter’s beauty.

But it was my children who reclaimed our lives.

One of them by knowing where to point the lens.

And the other by finding the courage, at last, to stand in front of it, and not look away.

And I have come to think that those two courages, my son’s and my daughter’s, are really the same courage, wearing two different faces, and that the whole story is finally about that one thing.

My son’s courage was the courage to see truly, to point his lens at what was real rather than what was flattering, at his aunt’s hidden cruelty and his sister’s hidden beauty alike, and to refuse to look away from either.