K.
K grazed her fingers on the photo, and found herself a bit teary-eyed.
And then there was a photo of a young man wearing a suit, tallith and yarmulke. The brown-eyed, teenaged guy looked a lot like Jesse, this might be his dad. The photo was colored but was already faded by time. It was probably taken during his dad's bar mitzvah. A beautiful woman stood beside him, must be Jesse's grandma. She, too, had blazing blue eyes. Her facial features strongly resembled Jackie O's, they dressed the same, too - full of elegance and class.
"That's my Bubbeh, my dad's mom," Jesse uttered behind her, startling K. He tapped his index finger on the face of the lady. His gaze switched to K, and noticed her