to save you from the image of the cow in front of the tokyo tower, here are a couple of photographs i dug out of my mother’s box, and decided to hang onto for a bit…
i started this line of thought because i picked up my parents from the airport today, after they spent chinese new year with my grandmother (she gets worse every twelve months, mum said, and she got upset when i told her that her mother had gone to heaven a long time ago. it’s cyclical though. there’s a new baby, three kids who actually scare it with peekaboo games, and another baby on the way.).
my grandmother looked after these twins years ago. mum doesn’t remember their names. i can’t get over the wistful look of the one resting on the blinds. please let me out! i wonder where they are now?
my cousins and some other kids posing for the camera. i don’t think i had been born yet when this photo was taken.