Each year, without fail, my mom, two brothers, and I go to central park to take pictures in the fall. We dress up in nice clothes, and stand in the October foliage. My brothers and I never want to do it, but as we've grown up, we’ve realized the importance of these pictures. As each year passes by, slowly we start to separate. My oldest brother, Ryan, is off at college, miles away, and my other brother and I are out late almost everyday. Cooking, setting the table, and eating dinner together every night slowly turned into 2 or 3 person dinners. Throughout this change, one thing stays constant: the central park fall pictures. Even though we might not all feel like a family every night, eating dinners at 8:00, sometimes without the other siblings, the pictures are a reminder of the love and connection in our family. This year, my brother is coming home for the weekend for our pictures, making sure that each family member is in it each year. The pictures, framed next to the dinner table, are a constant reminder that we are a family, and I can always count on that one weekend in October to help me remember. I always dread going to central park in an itchy sweater in the cold weather, but I know that in 5 years, when  my brothers are starting their careers, and all three of us have moved out, I will remember the love and connection of my family because of these pictures.

– skylarborkowsky

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