And they will know you by my trail of tears
Tin and I went to see his nanny’s Day of the Dead art show this evening. He saw her from behind and ran to her but when she turned and had her face painted, he sort of got the willies and backed off, but then he was compelled to keep going back to her. It’s odd to walk into your nanny’s house and see a side of her that you don’t see in her daily…