After hearing his mother’s conversation with his grandfather on the phone, Adrian changed his plans to help the older man with his gardening. While digging through the soil, the boy discovered a stash of old photos, making his grandfather cry as he told Adrian the story behind the buried photos.
“Dad! You can’t just garden alone. What about your back? Leave it for some other day, and Adrian and I will come help,” Adrian heard his mother, Julia, talking on the phone with his granddad. He had been preparing his backpack because his class was going on a school trip to the local aquarium.
He had been excited about the trip, but he went into the living room and continued listening to the conversation between his mother and Grandpa Colin. Finally, she hung up, and Adrian approached her. “Mommy, Grandpa needs help?” he asked.“Yes, sweetie, but some other time. We need to go, so you can enjoy your trip,” she answered, patting his head.
“Oh,” the older man said as Adrian finally lifted the stash from the soil. It was a cardboard box, and it was covered in wetness and moss. “I can’t believe it.” “No, I can skip it. Let’s go help Grandpa,” Adrian suggested and looked down at his shoes. “I’m going to put on the boots Grandpa gave me.”
“Adrian, no. What about the aquarium?” his mother reminded him. They lived in Atlanta, and a visit to the local aquarium was always so fun and exciting for the kids.
“We can go some other time, right? And today, we’ll be planting trees and stuff, right? It’s nature!” Adrian exclaimed, and his mother sighed, nodding at him. Gardening was more fun than Adrian even imagined. His grandfather was happy for their help and company. Adrian’s mother took advantage of the visit to help arrange her father’s things inside the house.
“Ok, Adrian. Dig a big hole over there, and we’ll plant this last tree. After, we can order a huge pizza and eat until we can’t anymore,” Grandpa Colin said, wiggling his eyebrows and making Adrian laugh.
The boy fist pumped the air and started digging as quickly as possible. But his hands quickly uncovered something odd. “Grandpa, there’s something here!” he called out. “Oh,” the older man said as Adrian finally lifted the stash from the soil. It was a cardboard box, and it was covered in wetness and moss. “I can’t believe it.”
“What is it?” the boy asked, looking up at his granddad. “I haven’t seen that in, well, since I was your age, kid,” Grandpa Colin revealed and sat down on the dirt next to his grandson to open the box.
“Photos!” the kid said, excited. His grandfather started flipping through them. A few were ruined from time and moisture, but most of them had survived. “Did you take these?”“When I was around your age, my mom gave me a big camera, and I started taking pictures. She told me I was going to become a professional photographer one day,” Grandpa Colin revealed, smiling at the pictures. “Look, there’s me and my mother, your great-grandma.”
“What happened? Did you grow up and take pictures?” Adrian asked, looking at the old photos. “No, I didn’t. One day, my father came home from a hard day. He was grumpy and tired, but I startled him with the camera flash, and he got really, really mad at me. He grabbed the camera, broke it, and told me to get rid of everything,” his grandad explained, his mouth pulling down in a grimace.