written 19 September 2013
We’re sitting outside, my sister and I, the electricity out and searching for the cool breeze. We’re talking about weddings and clothes and what to do when boys harass you on the street as they often do and the pressures for women which exist across cultures. Papa comes out to join us and we talk about how to honor death anniversaries and how the late Maman of the house loved to cook and feed others so much. We’re giggling, we’re sharing, we’re being together in silence, occasionally saying ‘bonsoir” to the neighbor’s who pass by.
And I think: this right here, this is why I came here.
callie daniels-howell 