A portrait of my grandmother.
Age is a funny thing. It messes with your body and your head. Your personality is slowly disintegrating. But then like sunshine through the clouds, it sometimes pops right out in all its glory. Then we have a good laugh again…
…right before you give me that look. The look that doesn’t know my name anymore.
Thank you. To all the mothers out there. And sorry, for sometimes expressing our gratefulness too late.