It was a Sunday morning. Lori was busy writing in her book. Marilyn was drinking coffee and I was reading a newspaper. Suddenly, Lori looked up and asked，“Why are there more pictures of Lisa than there are of 1?" Lisa is our older daughter.
I stared back, not understanding the 2. Lori left the room. I looked at Marilyn, "Are there more pictures of Lisa than of Lori?"
"I've never 3 them. I don't know," replied Marilyn.
"But 4 would Lori ask such a question?" I asked. After a few minutes of thought Marilyn said, "When Lisa was born, you were taking photos. You hardly went 5 without a camera. When Lori was born videos became 6. You used a video camera to record nearly everything in our life. There must be hundreds of videos of Lori in the computer that Lori has 7 seen or doesn't remember."
Late that night, when we were alone, I turned on the computer and found the 8 about Lori.
“What are you going to do?" Marilyn asked.
"Her birthday is coming," I said, "Let's make an album for her as a gift. I don't know if the album will answer her question, but at least she'll know that we 9 enough to find her an answer."
Over the next few days, we secretly 10 all the videos. We watched and selected until we were 11. Marilyn had them made into photos. When the photos were returned, we placed them into an album. When we looked at the album, all the sweet memories came 12. We hoped it showed how 13 she was to us.
On June 7, when passing Loris room to leave for work. I opened the door and slipped the album inside. Attached to it was a birthday card with a note 14 why her mother and I had put the album together.
It was about eight o'clock when my office telephone rang. I picked up the receiver. A tiny voice spoke, "I love you, Daddy," she said and disconnected. I knew our 15 had been received.
