My niece had just left her cousin's wedding, all dressed up in her beautiful white dress. She held on tightly to a balloon from the church, out of the camera's view. My father zoomed in as the balloon popped, and my niece — slightly blurry in the picture — started crying. Her distant cousin walked up and offered to find her another balloon. They walked off, hand in hand, her arm rubbing at her eyes. As I watched the video, I saw myself as a little boy, the string from the popped balloon still in my hand, no cousins nearby.
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