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“Is it working?” the soft spoken voice of a child asked.
“Yes Sweetie,” his mother responded. “See this light?” He poked his face into the lens of the camera, slowly running his fingers around the outside rim. “That means it’s recording. Do you have anything you want to tell the future?”
“The future! Ok so in the future, there’s going to be-”
“Step back, let them see you.” The little boy took a tiny step away. “A little more.” He started moving backwards until his entire torso was visible. “Stop, there you are. That’s a nice shirt you have on today.”
“Thank you I picked it out myself.”
“I know you did. Now, what were you telling the future?”
“Oh! In the future. Uhmm...I’m going to be a star.”
“You are!”
“Uhhuh. And you and dad will always have front row seats.” The scene fell silent for a moment. The tiny boy’s face scrunched up in concern. “I can get balcony seats if those aren’t good enough!”
“Its...its not that. Kurt, why don’t you put on a show for us now. Dad and I will make the stage for you, we’ll set up a nice little dinner table for three, and you can give us your performance before desert. How’s that?”
“Ok!” the boy squealed as his smile returned.
“I love you.”
“I love you too Mom.”
Kurt had known this was going to hurt as soon as he’d heard her voice. He was six years old when his mom was diagnosed with cancer. He was eight when she died. For those last two years he remembered that camera being a constant companion. He’d forgotten about them until he found the old box of tapes in the attic.