Samson looked at the last tape on his desk. White sleeve. No label.
He watched it four times. Then he checked the tape’s metadata. No timecode. No manufacturer ID. Just a faint, hand-scratched label: “Samson. Age 5.” samsonvideo
The footage showed a birthday party—1978, by the wallpaper. A boy in a striped shirt blew out candles. The camera panned to a smiling woman. Samson froze. That woman was his mother, who died in 1980. He never had a video of her. Samson looked at the last tape on his desk