By LISA SMITH MOLINARI | Special to Stars and Stripes | Published: February 26, 2021 “Mom, do we have any photos of me and Dad when he came home from deployment?” our daughter asked, unwittingly sending me on a harrowing, epic journey through the storage spaces of our home. Anna, 23, was completing an application for a fashion design opportunity that required her to tell her “life story” in photos and video clips. The employer thought it was interesting that Anna was a well-traveled military kid turned fashion designer, so she needed photos depicting her unique upbringing. I’m usually annoyed by the tasks my perfectly capable, resident, young adult daughter lobs at me (e.g., “Could you buy more goat cheese crumbles?”) But I responded, “I’m on it!”, confident that I knew just where to find a photo of Anna at age 10, waving a small flag, when her Dad returned from a yearlong deployment in his desert cammies.