These photos of my two girls were taken a year apart, give or take a couple of months.
The first one shows them on holiday in their Italian great-grandmother’s native village.
In the second one, they are on their way to school, walking up the road to the bus stop.
I love the way their hands are entwined. Their closeness transpires in these pictures. First Daughter looks grown up already, and very much in charge. Her little sister has total confidence in her sibling, and she lets her lead the way.
They do not hold hands like this anymore, and now they live in different countries. But the complicity remains. And this gives me great happiness.
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