Plaid and navy sweaters, crisply starched button-downs. Smiles all around. Arranged by height, always on the top row, standing in the back. Knees threatening to buckle. Unseeing eyes full of apparent joy. One to the side, taller than the rest. The blonde haired boy smells like soap. A bright light too soon. I never cared for dairy anyway. A moment in time, captured past memory, till ink do us part.