As my fiancé and I returned home after a long day, we entered our apartment, dropped our bags, and began to unwind. But as I walked into the kitchen, something caught my eye on the counter: a portrait of a young black girl, labeled “Brandy.” We were puzzled – neither of us knew anyone by that name, and the picture seemed out of place in our home.
Despite the mystery, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Brandy belonged with us. So, I decided to frame the photo, making her an unofficial part of our family. Now, Brandy’s presence adds an intriguing element to our home, and we often wonder about her story.
Brandy, if you ever come across this, know that you’re welcome to visit anytime. We may not know how the photo ended up in our apartment, but we’ve embraced it as a unique part of our lives.
