Rafi Uddin Mahmud
Sand in
our smiles
I did not have my own own piece of plastic to sit and slide. But the boys sweetly offered theirs without being asked.
They must have seen the I have to try this in my eyes.
​
It was a plastic container of some sort, perhaps for water, or gasoline. Some had ropes tied for easy pulling.
Before her grandma Joan passed away - and when Morgan was away on a new adventure - they would write letters back and forth.
From Dublin to Delhi, there would always be prints from grandma's disposable Fujifilm tucked inside the envelopes.
Joan didn't go anywhere without it, always ready to snap innocent family. Their eyes closed or mouths full or back turned - it didn't matter. She only saw the good in people. Their real beauty.
Like she wanted to preserve it.
Or show them so they could see it, too.
Before her grandma Joan passed away - and when Morgan was away on a new adventure - they would write letters back and forth.
From Dublin to Delhi, there would always be prints from grandma's disposable Fujifilm tucked inside the envelopes.
Joan didn't go anywhere without it, always ready to snap innocent family. Their eyes closed or mouths full or back turned - it didn't matter. She only saw the good in people. Their real beauty.
Like she wanted to preserve it.
Or show them so they could see it, too.