drinking through glasses

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.

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.

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and the whole time able to watch herself in the mirror.

straw glasses

until mama calls her name.

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