i remember my dad coming home from his trips with brown lunch-sized paper bags filled with toblerone and chiclet tiny bites. i brought home a different version…straw glasses.
now eliza sits on the chair next to me with a bit of a fever, not feeling great, it’s nice to be reminded of her strong self only a couple of days ago. she worked and worked to make these work.
and the whole time able to watch herself in the mirror.
until mama calls her name.