Micheal Brady

This was my mother’s hat, kind of her lucky hat. The last time I saw her, I mean before the accident, she was wearing this hat. She always wore this hat. This was her bike. It’s a long story. We used to come out here, first thing when she got back from the summer. It was like our place to get reacquainted, have a mother daughter…… She would tell me all about the orangutans and then she’d go develop her pictures. I remember the last time she had given the orangutans our names. Esther was the bossy one. Paul was the one that made faces all the time. And Rachel was very, very quiet. I had forgotten that. You know sometimes I think about her, and somehow she’s still alive.