It turns out that parents exist before us. They had lives and were young and did things, sometimes lots of things, long before our appearance. I had never seen these pictures of my dad until yesterday but immediately I recognized myself: in his lopsided grin, his pensive eyes, the creases in his face, they are all echoed in mine. A similarity so apparent yet completely unknown until seeing these old photos. Im not sure the time or circumstance, but one looks to be at a German train station, the other on a boat in Vietnam, and the black and white photo I really can’t say. They were all, however, taken during his tour in Vietnam.