I found it incredibly touching how the album was personified - it felt joy at being filled with precious memories, despair at being forgotten and damaged, and affection for the kind little girl who became its companion. Its wordless observations of birth, growth, loss and grief were deeply moving. The cyclical nature of the family's attachment to the album also struck me. At first treasured, then neglected, damaged, revived, forgotten again. It mirrored the natural ups and downs of family life. The album endured it all quietly, faithfully preserving those memories within its pages.