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Shakirie watched as her two children played with one another in her living room floor, her hands holding a photo album gently, as if it were an extremely precious object to her. And it truly was. There was only so much someone's brain could hold on to over the years. Even the face of the one person you truly loved faded over time. Her eyes moved back down towards the pages, worn down from constantly being touched and turned. Making a mental note to get a new album, she gently turned another page. Her fingers moved forward slowly, their tips brushing against the front of a picture of the father of her children, the one person whose face she h