She looks unguarded. Happy in that way you only are when you don’t know someone is watching.
But someone was watching. Me. I took this photo. And yet, staring at it now, I don’t remember pressing the shutter. I don’t remember the day, the city, or why she was laughing. The metadata is long gone. The camera was a cheap point-and-shoot I haven’t owned in eight years. MILA -1- jpg
So who is MILA?