it all, entirely unchanged by the decades that had clearly passed beneath its own roots. I found an old shovel leaning against his garden shed and began digging, without fully knowing what I actually expected to uncover.
It didn’t take terribly long before the shovel struck something solid. A small metal box, worn smooth and pitted by time, buried maybe two feet down beneath the packed earth.
I knelt in the dirt and pried it open carefully. Inside sat a single photograph — a young man holding a newborn baby beneath
