One quiet afternoon
"One quiet afternoon, Prue rummaged through the attic closet for some supplies she needed for a photo shoot. As she searched, she discovered her mother’s antique camera, carefully wrapped in an old blue wool scarf. She wiped the dust off and looked through the lens. Through the viewfinder, she imagined she saw her mother sitting in the chair by the window, smiling at her three children. Piper stepped forward, holding two cups of tea. “What are you looking for?” “I think… I just found a memory.” Prue showed Piper the camera. “I remember the first time my mother taught me to take a picture. She said, ‘You’re not capturing a face, you’re capturing the feeling of a moment.’” Piper smiled slightly. “Then I’ve captured a beautiful feeling.” They sat down together, and the sunlight streaming through the glass window was like a still image in their hearts."