One photograph showed Sarah's aunt when she was twenty years old.
Everyone laughed.
Another showed Sarah's parents when they were younger.
Sarah stared at it for several seconds.
She had seen the photograph before, but somehow it looked different that night.
Maybe because everyone was sitting around the same table.
Maybe because they were all older now.
Maybe because Sarah had finally reached an age where she understood how quickly time could pass.
Her aunt noticed her looking at the photograph.
“You remember that day?” she asked.
Sarah shook her head.
“No.”
Her aunt smiled.
“I do.”
She began telling the story.
It had been an ordinary summer afternoon.
Nothing important had happened.
They had eaten outside.
Someone had brought a camera.
Everyone had laughed.
The photograph had been taken almost by accident.
Yet decades later, it had become one of her favorite memories.
Sarah looked around the room.
She suddenly realized that nobody was talking about expensive things.
Nobody was talking about achievements.
Nobody was talking about how impressive the evening looked.
They were talking about people.
Memories.
Laughter.
Moments.
