My DIL Told Me I ‘Ruined Everyone’s Vacation Photos’ and Cropped Me Out of Every Picture – By the End of the Afternoon, She Was Desperately Trying to Undo What She’d Done

“Nothing.”

Then she reached into the pocket of her cover-up and pulled out a small stack of instant photographs.

“I took some too,” she said.

She handed me the first one.

I was standing near the umbrella, laughing at something Noah had shouted.

In the second, I was carrying sandwiches and paper towels while Michael fought with a beach chair.

In the third, I was sitting in the sand while both children leaned against me with wet hair and red cheeks.

Every photograph included me.

My throat tightened.