Pavo’s drawing interprets my oil painting hanging at the foot of my grandma’s staircase. She decided to draw it when I told her I was the artist. It warmed my heart to see her so willing to copy what I’ve done.
These girls are a true joy. They’re lively, affectionate, and say the darndest things. Karla is the eldest with a spunky soul. Pavo is shy but eventually warms up and never leaves your side. I also learned her looks could kill.
Looking through these pictures reminds me of the little moments we had together and how much I miss them. They didn’t let me go. It was “prima this,” “prima that,” and “prima let’s go to the plaza!”
Without them, my trip to Mexico would have been lackluster. They brought me a sense of life!