My Most Important Picture

Until I was four years old, life was great. I had the ideal family and home. We had our daily routine and stuck with it. Everything was just how it should be. I have one picture of my brother, mom, dad and I that was taken during that time. To me, it is not just a snap shot. It represents a time in my life where my family was whole and complete.
The picture was taken in our quiet, comfortable, little home in the suburbs. All four of us were piled on the love seat. Sunshine poured in through the large window behind us. My dad had one arm around my mom and the other was holdin...