The 3 hours I spent trying to find one photo of my grandma

It was a Tuesday night and I was lying on my bedroom floor scrolling through 2019. My grandma had passed that morning. My mom asked for one photo. Just one. The one from her birthday where she was wearing the green sari and laughing at something my cousin said. I knew it existed. I had taken it. I remembered the exact frame. I started at the top of the camera roll and worked backwards. 12,000 photos. Most of them screenshots. Hundreds of identical bursts of the same dog, the same plate of food...