My sister rarely smiles. Shortly after her twelfth birthday, I visited her at the Quality Inn my parents happened to be staying in. My stepfather travels around the US for his job and often times in the summer, my mother and sister accompany him. During this trip, Betty had just recently been to church camp and had spent ten days traveling around the Midwest staying in various hotels. She enjoys it, she tells me.
This photograph is a rare and brief moment. My sister doesn't smile for the camera. Betty and I are seventeen years apart and most times I our disconnect. This photograph keeps me close to her.