A Thousand Words

As a writer, I’m always searching for words to express my emotions and memories. I don’t always find them | Non-fiction | Fresh Soup

A couple of weeks ago, I went to a friend’s birthday party. It was at a noisy, trendy bar, which always makes me feel old. At the party, I ran into Anat, the daughter of my parents’ friends. I hadn’t seen her since I was ten, so we had a lot to catch up on. Anat told me that after her mother died, she went through the family photo albums and found a pic…