Thursday, November 12, 2009


My favorite grandmother passed away 15 years ago.
She used to bath me, as she knew I hated being in the water.
The tub was a metal basin perched on a tabletop outside in
the garden. One day during the bath ritual my grandmother was
bitten by a scorpion, she screamed but kept attending me so as to make sure I would not fall out of the tub.

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