Their first apartment or was it the second.

Montreal in 1950.

My mother looks at the photo.

It is 1995. The outside shot

My sister stopped playing

To look at the camera.



"That's where we moved to," my mother says.

"We didn't have two sticks

of furniture to rub together."



I look at her eyes looking at the photo.

"A table and two chairs. A bed and the crib."

Her head shakes. She does not smile.

Holds the photo album on her lap.

Her wheelchair rolled up to the good light.