One of my greatest fears growing up was the thought of losing my parents. I believe I have grown out of that terrifying fear & now look at the world sometimes with a nostalgic thirst. My parents are still with us but my childlike fear has transitioned into a romantic remenisence the symbols that remindme of them. Where I see both my parents all over the world as if preparing myself, no training myself to see them in this world eternally. For example the other day sow our gardner brought his beautiful young daughter who insisted in joining him to work. Boom! Right before me: There wasmy father.A flashback struck me of how I too would insist in joinning mydad to work when I was young. I would eat his banana in thetruck while I watched him work. I loved watching him work. Why didn't I help you ask? Well I was too pretty of course! No in reality he would ask me to wait because as he delicately explained that I was in the way & he needed to get it done efficiently & more importantly, correctly. But I digress.

When I see a woman with beautiful red pails I see my mother. When I see an old beat up Nissan Long bed on the road I see my father. When I see a beautiful homemade tortilla I see, Julia my grandmother. When it rains there is a little gleam of joy knowing my dad will be home and have to stop working wherever he is in the world. When I see a womanwith long beautiful hair past her but I see my mother. What things remind you of your parents in this world?