“I’m not. I swear, Portia. That looked exactly like him.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
There he was — unmistakable, undeniable.
President Barack Obama.
Not flanked by Secret Service.
Not surrounded by crowds.
Not giving a speech or waving from a stage.
Just… walking. Smiling lightly. Enjoying the cherry blossoms like any other visitor.
He didn’t look staged or aware of the camera. His shoulders were relaxed, his expression soft and genuine. The naturalness of it made the moment even more unbelievable — a former President of the United States casually photobombing a family snapshot with no intention of being seen.
Portia pressed a hand over her mouth.
“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh… that really is him.”Continue reading…