She asked me what picture I was taking. I said to her, “You. The pretty girl.” She cried and laughed.
I took this photo in the late of 1980s. Almost thirty years have passed. Now she might have her daughter as old as she was. I didn't print the pictures soon. I kept those films for a year. After a year, I chose pictures to make my original post cards. I forgot those post cards these two decades. This June I had to remove and found my good old days. I start my blog again with these postcards.