That Doorway from the Old Photo — Bring the People from Then and Now Back to Stand There Together

Back in the '90s, my parents held me at the front gate. The iron door was freshly painted. This year we went back and took another shot — the door's rusted now, e-bikes where bikes used to park, the trees way taller. Put them together and you get one doorway, one family, just thirty years apart standing in the same frame. My mom stared at it all night.