After lunch, we chill by the lounge then mom tells me to get the photo album. I go with her to my room.

In fact, I’ll let you in on a little secret. I invited her to come with me to my room because I wanted privacy. Maybe that promised an accidental touch? A kiss, maybe? I was willing to soak in it if it happened.

I’m attracted to her, but she seems nonchalant as she follows me to the bedroom.

Intentionally, I bend down to fish for the photo album. I know it’s on the second of last drawer, but I look for it. I’m giving her a full view, here. My dress rides up all the way, I’m sure my blue underwear shows now, but I don’t care.

She comments about the poster on my wall, I answer with a little laugh. Why doesn’t she come closer? After a few minutes, I realize I must look ridiculous, so I finally stop and stand straight.

“Found it. Let’s go.” I say, flashing the album.

***

Our parents are gushing over our baby selves. Lwandle keeps smiling too, as my mom shows her pictures of us.

This time, her smiles go all the way. She actually smiles.

“I love this one.” Her mom says

“You should have it!” My mom suggests

“Really?” Her mom takes the picture.

“Yes! I have many more.”

Lwandle stops looking at the pictures and glances at me. She catches me staring, she smiles and looks at the album again.