Source: Ted Strutz
I stumbled into the photo studio five minutes late my paramedic overalls reeking of disinfectant and lime. I began apologizing to the photographer but the man behind the lens didn’t mind.
“We’ll get a picture of the real you,” he said.
Cindy had Mark on her lap in a tux. Till today I don’t know what I’d do without this woman. The shutter clicked. She then handed Mark to me. The boy looked at me with a creased brow.
“What is it?” I asked.
“If he’s taking the real you dad, shouldn’t you be running somewhere?”