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Who’s that?

Internet, meet Mama Long during her time in a refugee camp. I don’t think I’d seen this picture until recently. Little Sister looks exactly like her. I look like mud. A pile of mud with a computer and a cat. Just kidding! I look like mashed up french fries.

Don’t you just want to be a kid all the time? And then you meet adults who are kids but not in a playful way but the frustrating way like when you are in France and you (the Okie who sponsored my father called, Grandfather Bob, old) are telling this kid (me, 6) for the upteenth time that there is, in fact, no ice cream on your face or your dress and now you are like, well, fuck. The answer is no, I don’t want to be a kid all the time. An early memory is the spider bite in a garden in Paris (ugh, I’m sorry). A picture of that is somewhere. Some gold bangles on my wrists then. I wonder if I’ll ever have that again.