-image via Google “That’s you, that’s me, and that’s Mama,” I hear my 9-year-old’s gentle voice, the voice she puts on for her little sister, like a cooing, soothing voice an adult might use romantically, as I look over and see her pointing at a drawing she’d made earlier, both she and her sister lying on their fronts, so close to each other their wild hairs merge. The paper, filled with lines and curves that made up a picture of three people standing in front of a house, lay in front of them, crumpled slightly near the edges, but otherwise intact.
The astuteness of children cuts so deep in our hearts sometimes it’s as if they know more than even we do... beautiful as always Lisha... ♥️
Thank you Susie ❤️